Of course, it's Wen Fucheng's heart.
"I choose Wen Fucheng."
"Not choosing both this time?"
After all, children make choices, but adults want it all.
Ying Jing laughed with a 'pfft', Wen Fucheng isn't as old-fashioned as others say! Clearly a cute 5G surfing Mr. Wen.
"Anything related to Wen Fucheng here has only one choice."
That is him.
The last stunning view before sunset is the silhouette of two people sitting on a hillside, with her resting her head on his shoulder, quietly watching the twilight and sunset.
Surrounded by a sea of exquisite flowers.
After a long journey, Ying Jing felt a bit tired and closed her eyes to sleep.
When Wen Fucheng noticed, she was already in a gentle slumber.
"Ying Jing."
Her cheeks were lightly tapped a few times.
"Hmm?"
"Baby, wake up, we're going back."
"No, I'm so tired." She was dazed from sleep, treating this place like her own home. When one's sweet dream is disturbed, anyone's mood would falter.
