As if feeling something, Han Feifei leaned down and said to her ear: "Are you awake? Get dressed and go out with me to watch the sunrise."
After listening to Han Murphy's words, she realized that she was naked except for a blanket.
She quickly tightened the blanket, straightened up, and looked around for her clothes scattered in the carriage.
To her surprise, the floor was very clean, there was no clothes, only a shopping paper bag.
"I tore your clothes yesterday, so I bought you a new one." Han Murphy opened his arms and hugged her to explain.
Breaking free from Han Murphy's arms, she took out the underwear, sweater, and jeans from the paper bag and put them on one by one.
Opening the car door, she found that the March morning was still very cold, especially on the endless seaside.
The cold made her couldn't help but reach out her hand and wipe it repeatedly.
At this moment, a wave of heat came from behind, and a down jacket was draped over her body.
"Girl, you are really disobedient. You got off the car right after putting on your clothes without telling me in advance. When will you get rid of your stubborn temper?" Han Feifei's voice was reproachful but doting.
Hearing this, Xiaoxiao turned his head and glanced at Han Murphy coldly. Then, he wrapped his coat tightly and ran to the shore in small steps, deliberately ignoring him.
Nearby, the wind whipped up layers of sea water, lapping against the rocks on the shore, stirring up layers of white waves.
In the distance, at the end of the sea and sky, the sun is trying to break through the darkness and shine light onto the earth again.
The dark sky gradually brightened, and the surrounding clouds quickly turned fiery red.
In a raging fire, the morning sun breaks out of the cocoon, and a new day begins!
Looking at the sunrise in the distance, Xiaoxiao thought of that strange dream again.
Putting oneself to death and then rebirth is the same as a phoenix's rebirth from nirvana, one must die first and then rebirth.
After all, what does this dream mean? What does it imply?
Just when she was puzzled, a pair of warm and strong hands wrapped around her shoulders from behind and pulled her into his arms.
The kiss seemed to stir up layers of waves, falling bit by bit on her forehead, hair ends, neck, and cheeks.
Then, she heard Han Murphy's heartbeat, heard his heavy breathing, and heard him say: "Xiaoxiao, I love you."
For a moment, she felt that she had heard wrong. She must have heard wrong!
Because Han Murphy never said the three words "I love you" to her.