In the warm winter sun, Lin Nianhe wore a creamy white sweater and black pants. With her long hair casually tied up in a bun and wearing Mrs. Su's apron, she stood by the door of the Su family's house, looking at him with a beaming smile.
Yuncheng felt as if the hollow in his heart had been instantaneously filled.
He sprinted back to her in a few strides and pulled her into his embrace.
Lin Nianhe struggled symbolically, "What are you doing? Aren't you afraid of being seen?"
His military coat was unbuttoned, revealing a thin shirt beneath the open collar.
"Nianhe, Nianhe,"
he called her name, seemingly oblivious to the cold, pressing her against the warmest part of his chest.
"I don't dislike you."
"I was really drunk yesterday."
"I, I don't tell the truth when I'm not in my right mind."
Yuncheng, who had never been rattled even at the brink of death, now had reddened eyes and spoke with some difficulty.
