Suddenly, there was an impulse to take off my shoes and lean back on this sofa full of memories.
Yin Feng glanced around the room. She was dragging a box from under the bed, busy at work.
You Mingxu remembered that his toiletry bag was in the cabinet in the living room. As he ambled out to get it, he arrived at the bedroom door just in time to see her taking off her shoes. She curled up in a corner of the sofa with her knees drawn up and her head resting on her knees, her back hunched over.
This sight was all too familiar. You Mingxu hesitated for a moment, and his heartbeat actually quickened a bit.
At the sound of movement, Yin Feng turned around, and they looked silently at each other.
You Mingxu chuckled, "What are you doing?"
Yin Feng slowly lowered her legs, put on her shoes and, still wearing that mature and cold expression, she answered, "Reminiscing about the past to understand the present. Is there something wrong with that?"
