april 16th was a sunday.
after yu tingchuan returned from his business trip, he canceled all social events and stayed at home to accompany his little wife.
the sun was already high up in the sky at 90 in the morning.
after breakfast, song qincheng grabbed her bag and went to the open-air balcony.
yu tingchuan put his phone on vibration mode and placed it in the study room. he sat with his wife on a wicker chair on the second floor, his long legs crossed. he was wearing casual pants and a shirt. when song qincheng was doing practice questions with one hand on her chin, he would read the newspaper and occasionally take a sip of tea from his cup.
occasionally, song qincheng would raise her head and look over.
sensing her gaze, yu tingchuan looked up and met her eyes. he smiled and said, " "is there something on my face?"
"no, i didn't," song qincheng said as she lowered her head and continued to work on the questions.
