Yang PeiMin was completely intent on going home for dinner.
Shen Yiguang tightened her scarf for her and walked shoulder-to-shoulder with her towards the door.
"You looked so cool shoveling the snow just now!"
"Oh."
"Plus, you moved swiftly and gracefully. Especially that last move felt like the Heavenly Soldiers and Divine Generals coming to rescue someone in distress. Watching you, I felt so proud—truly, you are my man!"
"Smooth talker," Shen Yiguang couldn't suppress a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
Who praises their own man like this nowadays? Indeed, she was the woman he had chosen!
As for the slight jealousy he had felt earlier, it had dissipated with the wind.
After the exams had finished, everyone temporarily put their grades aside, happily preparing to go home.
