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Qiao Chutian just so happened to catch a glimpse of her faint smile in the rearview mirror.
That smile was very similar to the one he first saw on her, which made his heart flutter, as if a ray of sunshine had penetrated into his heart.
In recent days, he had seen too many of her forced, pale, and broken smiles, put on for fear of worrying him.
Those smiles pained his heart, but this smile made it dance.
As the view suddenly opened up before them,
there was a splendid array of blooming flowers and shaded green trees, with yellow holiday homes set at just the right distance from each other amongst the foliage, appearing as though they were part of a pastoral scene from an oil painting, breathtakingly beautiful.
Qiao Chutian rolled down the car window.
The fresh air was mixed with the sweet scent of roses and the subtle fragrance of grass and green leaves, rushing in and feeling incredibly soothing.
