Qin Youxuan gave a stiff nod.
Looking at his gentle and handsome face, she was reminded of his tender care in a foreign land.
The past is a beautiful thing.
It evokes nostalgia, sighs, moments of laughter or tears from missed opportunities, all of which can be described by one word - the past.
Jin Chenye quickly settled the bill and led Qin Youxuan out of the café.
"You returned to the country later than me, and after returning, you had to constantly deal with the mess I created, so I assume you haven't had the opportunity to visit here, right?"
Qin Youxuan looked at the bustling street and the numerous shops, and then glanced at the man by her side.
Jin Chenye looked calm, the corner of his mouth hooked upwards into a soft smile. He met her gaze and chuckled, "I've been here, more than once."
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