Stroking their soft white fur, watching them surround her, frolic, and roll over, it was as if she had returned to her childhood. Life back then, though simple, sometimes felt dull.
But compared to what she had experienced outside over the past two years, perhaps such simplicity was indeed a blessing.
However, life is full of disappointments, she is only human, and although there are occasions that tire her and bring unhappiness, there is also joy and happiness to be had.
When thinking of happiness, the image of that man with a chiseled, handsome face naturally came to Qinghe's mind—his sword-like brows, deep-set eyes, a straight nose, and thin lips; sometimes cold, sometimes adorably clueless, exuding an air of nobility that seemed innate, languid yet alluring.
