Novel Full Chapter 469 - 391: Fate’s Closed Loop (Part 2)
Chapter 469: Chapter 391: Fate’s Closed Loop (Part 2)
Dongfang Mingyue lowered her hand, her eyes somewhat evasive: “No, I’m not uncomfortable… it’s just… I had a dream.”
“A dream?” Xiaoyu’s eyes lit up, she immediately sat by the bed, leaning closer, “What did you dream about? Seeing your face so red, did you dream about a handsome guy?”
Mentioning this, Dongfang Mingyue’s face turned even redder: “Mm… I dreamed of a man. I-I even initiated a hug with him.”
“Wow!” Xiaoyu instantly became excited, gently shaking Dongfang Mingyue’s arm, “Miss, miss! Was he handsome? Is he your type? What else did you do in the dream?”
“Why are you so nosy!” Dongfang Mingyue was embarrassed and annoyed, reaching out to gently tap Xiaoyu’s forehead with her finger, pushing her back.
“Ah, miss, I’m just curious!” Xiaoyu persisted, shaking her arm coyly, “Just tell me a little, just a bit!”
Seeing Xiaoyu’s pitiful look, Dongfang Mingyue sighed helplessly and had to compromise: “Alright, alright…”
She closed her eyes, the scenes from the dream appearing in her mind — a snow-filled street, deserted, only the streetlights emitting a warm yellow glow.
She watched the man, walking step by step toward him, he stood in the snow, tall and upright, his profile cold and hard, like a meticulously carved ice sculpture.
“He looks… quite handsome.” Dongfang Mingyue opened her eyes, “The type of cold-faced handsome guy, who doesn’t seem easy to approach.”
“Cold-faced handsome guy!” Xiaoyu jumped up immediately, her eyes sparkling with gossip, “Miss, do you know him? What’s his name? Have you met him before, is that why you dreamed of him?”
“You have too many questions!” Dongfang Mingyue dodged her inquiries, lifted the quilt, and got out of bed, “I refuse to answer.”
She was wearing white silk pajamas, the material light and clinging to her skin, outlining her tall and slender figure, neither too thin nor with excess flesh, just right.
Dongfang Mingyue headed straight to the bathroom, her hand just touching the doorknob when the sensor light in front of the mirror automatically turned on, filling the space with warm white light.
The mirror reflected her appearance — a bare face without makeup, her skin fair and translucent, like a freshly peeled egg, without a visible pore; slender and soft eyebrows, slightly upturned at the ends, lips a faint pink, moist and full.
“Miss, should I go check out the local specialties nearby?” Xiaoyu followed behind, still asking insistently, “Yesterday’s Shuang Hua cake was so delicious, should we try the snow velvet soup today? We can chat while eating?”
“I refuse to answer any of your questions.” Dongfang Mingyue interrupted her, picking up a cleansing towel beside her, “Remember to choose a place with good reviews.”
“Oh, alright.” Xiaoyu pouted slightly, reluctantly turning to leave, before leaving she didn’t forget to look back, her eyes full of determination like “I’ll be back.”
The bathroom door closed gently, leaving Dongfang Mingyue alone in the room. She turned on the faucet, scooped a handful of cold water, lightly patting her face, trying to suppress the inexplicable heat.
But as the icy water touched her skin, fragments of the dream flashed in her mind again — when she threw herself into the man’s arms, feeling that solid strength, and the faint scent on him, like a pine forest after snow.
Dongfang Mingyue raised her head, looking at herself in the mirror — the flush on her cheeks not only hadn’t faded but had spread to her neck, she gently bit her lower lip, feeling a hint of excitement she couldn’t even understand herself.
Who exactly is he?
…
“Wow! This snow velvet soup is just too delicious!”
Xiaoyu scooped a spoonful of the milky-white soup into her mouth, the sweet aroma mixed with the delicate texture exploded on her tongue, her eyes immediately brightened, staring at the bowl of soup with a treasure-finding look.
“Haha, little girl, thanks for the praise!” The owner behind the counter smiled, his face full of wrinkles, stopping his dish towel in hand, his tone full of pride, “I’ve been running this shop for thirty years, can’t say about other dishes, but this snow velvet soup, you won’t find many places on Shuang Hua star doing it as authentically as I do!”
“Boss, your skills are simply amazing!” Xiaoyu put down the spoon, giving the owner a thumbs up, her clear voice paired with her chubby face, looking like an adorable charm doll, making many of the customers in the shop laugh.
Across from her, Dongfang Mingyue watched the scene, a faint smile spreading across her lips.
Xiaoyu was like this, wherever she went she was like a little sun, always able to easily brighten a dull atmosphere. Over the years, without Xiaoyu by her side, her life would probably have lacked a lot of warmth.
At this moment, a middle-aged man stood up, walking towards the counter while putting on a dark gray coat, the bright red scarf with an embroidered little flower around his neck forming a strange contrast with his rough and somewhat fierce face.
“Check, please.” The man slapped his smart wristband onto the counter.
“That will be 69 yuan.” The owner deftly quoted the price.
“Having breakfast is this expensive!” The man complained, but his fingers deftly tapped on the wristband to pay, “If it weren’t for my wife and kids craving your food, I wouldn’t come.”
The owner wasn’t annoyed, still smiling cheerfully: “You can tell you’re a good man who cares for his wife and kids. These days, there aren’t many men willing to get up early to buy breakfast for their family.”
This hit right home for the man, and he smiled: “Alright, the boss knows how to talk! Just for that, I’ll come back in a couple of days.”
“Haha, I’ll give you a 10% discount when you come!” The owner waved cheerfully.
The man carried the packed snow velvet soup, pushed open the glass door, and walked out.