Su Xiaowan laughed and said, "Mmm, I want to eat the pickles made by my aunt, and the dough pancakes she makes..."
Her elder cousin Song Yongyi laughed and said, "Alright, I'll bring some for you..."
After hanging up the phone, Su Xiaowan stood by the window. The sky had darkened, but the melancholy in her heart was yet to subside.
She didn't know how long she had been standing when, all of a sudden, she was tightly hugged from behind.
Without contemplating, Su Xiaowan knew it was Han Dongchen, who had come home unexpectedly. She turned her head slightly, wanting to catch a glimpse of him.
Han Dongchen lowered his head, touching his left cheek to Su Xiaowan's right one, but then decided that wasn't enough. He gently kissed Su Xiaowan's cheek.
"What are you thinking about? So engrossed that you didn't even notice my return..."
