After preparing everything, Dong Huiying plopped down on the quilt.
The quilt was laid thickly, and even though the spring ground was a bit damp and cool, sitting on it was quite comfortable with a layer between.
"Come on, hurry up, everyone come over!" She waved cheerfully at Shujun and the others.
The men exchanged smiles and then walked over to Dong Huiying.
The wife, a woman who had both the youthful beauty of a young girl and the mature charm of a grown woman.
Today, her face seemed to carry a hint of childlike innocence. Her almond eyes curved like crescents, teeth aligned like pearls, and her skin was fair. Her face was full of brilliant sunshine, smiling joyfully.
Looking at such a wife, Shujun suddenly felt a sense of timelessness.
