Wang Yibo always dreamt of a pair of iridescent wings that were fluttering against the wind, sometimes it was a mole under someone’s lips, sometimes an almond-shaped eyes that radiates innocence and warmth, sometimes it was a smile, showing off a bunny teeth. Wang Yibo will always wake up when he tries to hold those pairs of wings or touch those beautiful lips. Even in dreams, all he could do was sigh in defeat for not having a chance to take a look at the other person properly.