It was a strange sort of fondness. It didn't seem like love, but Zhang Wenliang couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Sister Wen Ying, what do you do for work now?"
"I'm a psychologist. That mental health clinic down the street is mine."
Zhang Wenliang looked at Wen Ying in surprise. "Sister Wen Ying, did you come back right after graduating from college? You're not planning to go to a big city?"
Wen Ying shook her head. "It's nice here. I like this slow-paced life. I don't have to deal with too many people. Isn't that good?"
Zhang Wenliang couldn't answer that question. He was about to graduate from college himself but had no intention of returning home.
He just felt that Wen Ying, in this moment, fit his image of a pure and innocent goddess even more perfectly.
