He was floating too much.
Lin Yiqian rolled her eyes at Gu nianshen before returning to her seat with her eyes closed.
The happiest, most comfortable, and most secure thing was none other than his arms.
Meanwhile, Gu nianshen's other hand that was holding Lin Yiqian's wrist was gently rubbing Lin Yiqian's chin.
"I heard from aunt Zhou that song Changlin is here today?" Gu nianshen asked after some consideration.
"Yes, he did." Lin Yiqian nodded.
Her answer was very honest and Frank, without a trace of guilt.
Gu nianshen knew that he had been too petty. However, he could not control himself.
He could not control himself whenever song Changlin was mentioned.
He would always think about how well Lin Yiqian had treated song Changlin when they were young. He would also think about the things that he had never experienced together with her.
He looked at the woman in his arms who had her eyes closed in peace and his fingers gently stroked her face.
