Xiao Qian opened the cabinet, took out a medal, and gently stroked it in her hand.
What could be seen was a cabinet full of honors; what couldn't be seen was a little boy's stubborn growth, his unceasing struggle, all to prove himself.
Looking at Xiao Qian's rare tender eyes, Yu Minglang couldn't take it anymore.
Xiao Qian was puzzled as she watched him walk to the window, swiftly pull the curtains closed, lock the door, turn on the light, and perform all these actions in one go. What was he up to?
"I wanted to do this just now." He walked back, hugged Xiao Qian, only in this way could he express how happy he was at this moment.
Xiao Qian was dazed, not even realizing when she was embraced by him.
Fortunately, Yu Minglang wasn't completely clouded by hormones and let go in time.
Xiao Qian turned her back to him, straightening the clothes that had been wrinkled by him. The atmosphere was slightly awkward.
