Zhou Yinghuai stood just behind the two, listening to Jiang Tan's words, his gaze became even more tender.
"This mundane world can sometimes be utterly terrible, but my dear Tantan, you're by my side, so all this becomes bearable."
Even, I start to look forward to tomorrow, every single, every single tomorrow with you.
Zheng Heng and Jiang Tan stood in front of the French window watching the snow for a long time. Outside Mingyuan, the lights were dim and the snowflakes fell thick and fast, like a silent, monochrome film.
"Jiang Tan, actually Ning City has another custom."
Zheng Heng suddenly spoke up, and Jiang Tan smiled curiously, "What custom?"
Zheng Heng made a funny face, exaggeratedly saying, "On snowy days, holding hands with the one you love and making a wish at dawn can make your wishes come true."
Jiang Tan raised an eyebrow, "You didn't just make that up to trick me, did you?"
