"So, you're saying my experiences over the past decade were just a dream?"
Lin Zhou was quite shocked.
Even though he was already dressed and sitting on the sofa in the living room.
His appearance hadn't changed at all; he looked the same as he did before going to sleep last night. His handsome brows and eyes, a faint minty scent, height, and physique were all identical.
But...
Tian Xin noticed a subtle change in his habits when he got up, such as tidying the room, watering flowers, and dusting—things unusually meticulous.
—Too detailed!
He was just like an old man.
He liked to murmur while working.
He used to be clean and self-disciplined.
But not this meticulously self-disciplined.
He was always a man of few words, preferred peace, and never complained in front of her.
But just now, he suddenly muttered about her slightly messy hair: "You're an adult now, how can you always look so untidy? Can't you comb your hair neatly?"
