On the morning of February 6th.
Tang Qing and Lin Jiaxue embarked on their journey home.
Sitting in the back seat, tightly holding Lin Jiaxue's soft little hand beside him, and watching the landscape rushing by the window, Tang Qing was filled with a sense of apprehension that he hadn't felt in over a decade. Lin Jiaxue, sensing Tang Qing's intense nostalgia, leaned gently against his shoulder, reciprocating his grip on her hand, without uttering a word.
She was very different from Wang Yan; Lin Jiaxue was not much of a talker and tended to express her feelings through actions while Wang Yan was open and forthright, outspoken about whatever was on her mind, especially after their relationship was fully established.
