That night, there was no revelry or downfall. Talking about childhood memories, filled with happiness and joy, Fu Mingyu and Wen Nuan fell asleep in each other's arms.
The next day, they both woke up almost simultaneously, before seven o'clock.
You squeezed toothpaste for me, I got a towel for you; after freshening up and changing clothes, they went downstairs to the dining room.
They finished breakfast of coffee, milk, and sandwiches, chatting and laughing all the while. Just like every other morning, Fu Mingyu dropped Wen Nuan off at the school gate.
She hadn't walked far when a crisp voice sounded by her ear, "Xiao Nuan..."
Turning back, Li Xiaoxiao was briskly running over.
"Tut tut tut..."
Sizing up Wen Nuan exaggeratedly from head to toe, Li Xiaoxiao clicked her tongue and exclaimed, "A woman nourished by love really is different."
"Xiaoxiao..."
Glancing around guiltily, Wen Nuan softly rebuked.
