Following her gaze, Quan Jingwu saw that the swing entwined with vines at the edge of the garden had almost become one with it.
He remembered that the first time she came here, she had also noticed this swing. His thin lips slightly curved, and a low, resonant laugh escaped him.
"What are you laughing at?" she asked.
Quan Jingwu pulled her over, his large hand grasping the iron chain of the swing, his gaze fixing intently on her, "The first time I brought you here, you also noticed this swing."
Hearing this, Jian Qing reached out her hand, gently caressing the iron chain, looking at the swing and becoming slightly lost in thought.
"That's what Yifei and Axuan used to play on."
"Do you want to try it?"
The man's magnetic voice echoed in her ears, and Jian Qing narrowed her eyes. That voice was so familiar, it was just like...
She abruptly came back to her senses, raising her eyes to look at the man in front of her, just like the sound of his voice.
