Li Qiyu rummaged through the wardrobe. She found a bunch of clothes for Song Jiaye to try on. At first, they were quite normal, mostly plain - colored dresses. But Song Jiaye was tall and big, and most of them didn't fit him. Finally, Song Jiaye had to give up and asked Li Qiyu to find some loose dresses.
At least he could put them on.
Li Qiyu obediently did as told. She opened the cloakroom, picked out the biggest dresses and handed them in.
This time, Song Jiaye finally didn't say they were unsuitable.
When Song Jiaye walked out of the bathroom wearing a pink floral dress full of strawberries, Li Qiyu couldn't help bursting into laughter.
He looked so much like the Pink Panther in the cartoon. Indeed, a Buddha needs gilding and a man needs clothing. Li Qiyu, who had been daydreaming about Song Jiaye after seeing his bare body, lost all interest when she saw the "Pink Panther" version of Song Jiaye. All she wanted was for him to dance the dance from the cartoon.
Li Qiyu looked at Song Jiaye longingly. Song Jiaye knew what she wanted. She and Li Tong watched cartoons at home every day, and even he, who had no interest in such childish things, was influenced.
He flatly refused Li Qiyu's request.
"Don't even think about it. It's impossible. I'm not going to dance such a childish dance."
Li Qiyu pouted and lay back in the quilt.
"Okay then."
There was a small sofa in Li Qiyu's room, which was just suitable for Song Jiaye to sleep on. Song Jiaye walked towards the sofa. Seeing Li Qiyu looking so disappointed, he coughed lightly and said, "Xiyu, throw me a pillow."
Li Qiyu grabbed the pillow on the bed, sat up, and was about to throw it at Song Jiaye. Then, under the light, she saw Song Jiaye in the pink pajamas dancing the dance from the cartoon.
Obviously, Song Jiaye was not a good dancer. He danced the children's song clumsily, moving his hands and feet in an uncoordinated way.
However, Li Qiyu was very happy watching. Especially when she thought that this person used to be so serious, she found him even more adorable.
As she laughed, tears welled up in Li Qiyu's eyes.
She thought of the ancient times when she wanted to dance for Song Jiaye, but he stopped her, saying that as the queen, she should act like one.
Who could have thought then that Song Jiaye would dance for her?
Although this Song Jiaye was not that one.
Seeing Li Qiyu laughing and then crying, Song Jiaye stopped his eyesore dance and asked, "Why are you crying?"
Li Qiyu didn't want Song Jiaye to notice anything, so she threw the pillow he wanted and casually replied, "I laughed so hard that I cried."
Song Jiaye didn't understand either. His dance was not even good - looking. He wondered what was so funny to Li Qiyu. But seeing her happy, the corners of his mouth couldn't help turning up.
Song Jiaye only danced a little and then didn't want to dance anymore. After all, he was the CEO of the Li Corporation. He still had his dignity.
Li Qiyu had laughed enough. She lay on the bed. Song Jiaye got up to turn off the light and then slept on the sofa.
Li Qiyu buried her head in the pillow and said in a muffled voice, "Song Jiaye, thank you."
She was not only thanking him for making her happy but also for his patient care since she traveled through time.
Song Jiaye thought Li Qiyu was thanking him for dancing, so he snorted and said,
"If you really want to thank me, keep this a secret for me."
Li Qiyu smiled and said, "Okay. This is our little secret. I'll never tell anyone!"
The words "little secret" made Song Jiaye feel a sweet sensation in his heart.
He rested his head on the pillow and drifted off to sleep with drowsiness.
In his dream, it was a world of ice and snow.
Song Jiaye came to the palace. He walked in the snow with an umbrella, leaving a row of footprints.
Song Jiaye searched everywhere for that girl.
The girl who looked exactly like Li Qichi.
Song Jiaye knew he was dreaming, and he also knew that whenever he dreamed, he would surely dream of her, without exception.
However, this time she showed up a bit late. He searched the whole palace but couldn't find her.
Until a voice sounded in the air.
"Your Majesty, if there's an afterlife, I don't want to be your wife."
It was her.
Song Jiaye looked up and saw the woman floating down like a butterfly. She was a free spirit between heaven and earth, seemingly unrestrained by anything.
Song Jiaye was a bit stunned for a moment.
Suddenly, he realized something and rushed forward quickly.
"No!"
There was no butterfly or free spirit.
This girl was jumping off a building.
But he was still a step too late.
He heard the sound of bones breaking against a hard object.
The girl fell into the snow in front of him. The bright red blood spread under her body, just like a blooming red plum tree.
This scene was eerily beautiful.
At this moment, a strong wind suddenly blew up. It picked up the snow on the ground and covered the girl. Half of her body was buried in the snow, as if she was going to be buried in the snow.
In Song Jiaye's heart, there was nothing but pain.
Heart - wrenching, piercing, stabbing pain.
It was numb and itchy, like the pain of lack of oxygen in the brain.
Song Jiaye also fell into the snow. His heart seemed to have a big hole. The cold wind whistled through the hole, echoing in his chest like a wail, like a cry.
But Song Jiaye found that he couldn't even cry.
Wind, bury me with her. Let me go with her. Let me at least accompany her in the ground.
As if to answer his request, the gale roared. The cold wind rolled the snow and covered him. The bone - chilling cold invaded his whole body.
A white light appeared in front of Song Jiaye, and then... he woke up.
He rarely slept in. When he opened his eyes, he found that it was already bright outside.
Song Jiaye felt his face was wet. He reached out and touched it, only to find that he had shed tears again in his dream.
He ran his hands through his hair. In his mind, the scene of the girl's blood blooming like red plums flashed back again and again.
She was dead.
The girl in the dream was dead.
In reality, Song Jiaye was in so much pain that it was difficult for him to even breathe.
It was clearly a dream, clearly not real, but he felt as if he had lost someone very important in his life.
Song Jiaye only felt dizzy. He sat on the sofa for a while before coming to his senses.
By this time, Li Qiyu had already got up and was not in the room.
Maybe because he danced for Li Qiyu last night and made her happy, she asked her elder brother Li Yuanhua for clothes for him early in the morning. The clothes were neatly folded on the bed.
Song Jiaye changed out of his pajamas. Looking at the pink pajamas, he remembered how Li Qiyu had laughed uncontrollably last night. His heart felt a little comforted.
Yes, hadn't he already realized that it was just a dream?
Dreams were ultimately illusory. One should live a good life in reality.