Song Qingchun raised her head to look at Tang Nuan.
Tang Nuan held her gaze, and the smile on her face was brilliant. Even her voice had dropped to a seductive drawl. "…The paper note also contained a small poem. The handwriting was nice, as was the poem. It struck my heart the first time I read it…"
Tang Nuan turned over to look at Qin Yinan as if reminiscing about their shared history. That shared gaze was overflowing with love.
