Tracy Garcia felt like she hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time.
It seemed she had a long and beautiful dream, a dream with stories as lovely as a fairytale.
She turned into the carefree princess in the story, lying on the grass covered with blooming little yellow flowers in a sunny white castle, her body embraced by soft and tender grass, the sunlight caressing her warm and gently... It was a subtle touch that relaxed her entire being.
Out of the blue, she saw a man in a white suit standing on the hillside in the wind, flashing a brilliant smile towards her. The sunlight was slightly blinding, so she couldn't see his face clearly. A breeze lifted his hat lightly and it happened to land not far from her. When the man came over to pick up the hat and put it back on, she finally saw his face, radiant and handsome.
Oh, it turned out to be Mr. Leonard Churchill, no wonder she was so expectant.
Huh?
The dream seemed to overlap with reality for a moment.
