After autumn began, the temperature gradually dropped. After dinner, Ye Wanwan and Shen Yi went out for a walk.
Ye Wanwan was clearly no longer young, but perhaps because her life had been smooth and peaceful, with a carefree heart every day, even at fifty-five, she looked no more than in her thirties or forties.
And Shen Yi also looked young. However, as he got older, his knees could not keep up, making his walking appear somewhat awkward.
After all, he had injured his knee when he was young, and over the years, whether it was windy, rainy, or too cold, it would hurt.
Even now, he felt uncomfortable with just a little extra walking on ordinary days.
"Shen Yi, mosquitoes are biting me. Let's go back," Ye Wanwan, even though she was already an old wife, still expertly acted coy with the man beside her.
"Where were you bitten?" Shen Yi asked.
"Right here, I've got several bites already!" Ye Wanwan said, lifting her skirt a bit.
