Tenth day of the lunar month.
Dawn began to break.
He Fang had already driven to the hotel early in the morning, the frost on the car windows melting away from the warmth of the car's heater, turning into droplets that slid down.
He made a call to Qin Guanglin, and within a few minutes, he came out yawning and approached the car, noticing He Fang still seated in the driver's seat, he asked in surprise, "You're driving?"
"I'll start, and we can switch if I get tired."
Driving all day is exhausting, it's much better when two people take turns.
Qin Guanglin didn't insist, tossed his bag onto the back seat, opened the door, and got into the car.
"I dreamt about you last night."
As He Fang started the car and headed toward the highway, he asked, "What did you dream about?"
"I dreamt we got married and had a cute daughter."
