Back home, Xiao Chong was painting in the study, while Lin Wanwan burrowed into the quilt drying out on the balcony, basking in the sun with it.
Another new year already; time was just going by way too fast.
She'd met Xiao Chong when she was not quite fifteen, and now she was almost twenty. The two of them had officially been dating for a year and a half.
Everyone said that when lovers had been together long enough, the passion faded, and a hug was like your left hand holding your right.
But Lin Wanwan felt she was still in the throes of a hot romance with Xiao Chong. Having him by her side, growing up together with her, was just so nice.
She didn't know how long had passed when Xiao Chong walked out of the study, wrapped his arms around her, and said with a laugh, "Looks like an extra little quilt appeared here—smells so good!"
Lin Wanwan tilted her head slightly to make it easier for him to kiss her.
