An Guoming was never a fool. All this time, he'd kept himself spinning in circles, so busy he had no time to think about his feelings for Yin Xuemei.
But at his age... or perhaps it was more accurate to say that the image of Yin Xuemei had never truly faded.
'It's time I took this seriously.'
An Guoming released the desires in his heart, letting them wash over him.
On the train, An Ning and Lin Cuihua were completely unaware of what An Guoming was thinking.
As for Yin Xuemei, An Ning was completely in the dark. She hadn't even figured out her own feelings about romance yet. When it came to relationships, she was denser than most.
「In the soft sleeper compartment on the train.」
An Ning took a small mat and a sheet of plastic out of her bag.
She spread the plastic sheet on the floor, placed the mat on top, and had Xiao Lang lie down. A makeshift den was complete.
"Isn't the floor cold?"
Lin Cuihua asked, starting to worry.
"Mom, our Hei Dan'er crawls on the floor every day."
