"Sister Nai Xue, what does marriage mean?"
As the sunset and evening breeze brushed across their faces, a girl and boy sat side by side on a swing. The boy turned his head and asked curiously.
"Marriage? It means that a boy and girl who like each other stay together for a lifetime~"
"Why, Little Feng, do you want to marry Sister Nai Xue~~" the white-dressed girl giggled.
Xia Feng looked at the scene before him, his eyebrows tightly furrowed. He couldn't believe his former self had such foolish thoughts.
In discomfort, he leaned forward, flicking aside the girl's wet, tangled waves of hair, revealing the black dog collar on her snowy neck, and then tugged and tightened it, pulling it upward.
Cha Naixue covered her small mouth and turned her face away, not daring to look at the girl on the swing.
The white-dressed girl was pure and flawless, her elegant skirt flowing with the wind.