Eating barbecue on the beach, sleeping in a tent, staring at the stars... This had been a cherished wish of hers since her childhood.
However, her mother was unwell and her father spent few days at home throughout the year, so even as she turned twenty, this wish remained just that—a wish.
"Alright!"
Leng Zimo, still attending to the meat on the grill, simply responded with a single word.
"Hooray!" Luo Xiaoqian stretched out her arms and embraced him tightly, "Leng Zimo, you're so wonderful!"
Leng Zimo's hands shook slightly, and the meat on the tongs almost fell onto the sand.
When he turned to look at Luo Xiaoqian, who was nestling her face against his arm, his eyes betrayed an unmistakable heartache.
It was just a tent, what was there to get so excited about?
How could he know that it wasn't just a tent, but the dream of Luo Xiaoqian's childhood?
"I'll go get the tent!"
