Chu Molin watched the playful and adorable woman, thinking to himself:
Perhaps the gentleness of Qin Xue is only one side of her, she should be lively in her heart.
She has been suppressed all along and can't let it out, but now she was relaxed with him and let it out unintentionally. Isn't it a good thing? To be able to be true to herself.
"Do you like it? Do you like me like this?" After asking, Qin Xue regretted it. It seemed like a plea for love, she lowered her gaze to the ground, afraid of seeing the man's displeased expression, and thus missed observing his beguiling smile.
Chu Molin held Qin Xue's hand, scribbling words in her palm.
Astonishingly, Qin Xue looked up at Chu Molin, her eyes narrowed into smiling crescents because Chu Molin had written: I love you.
After two rounds of walking, Qin Xue didn't want to walk anymore and pulled the man's hand to go home: "Chu Molin, I'm tired, let's go back."