He stopped toweling his hair and leaned against the wall, staring at the cozy scene in the kitchen where two people chattered and laughed busily, and suddenly understood why he was finding himself increasingly holding this young woman close to his heart.
Qian Sisi was very warm, her smile was warm, her embrace was warm, even the way she clumsily helped beside the auntie while wearing an apron with a little bear on it, was very warm.
And it was precisely this warmth that Bai Cheng'an had always lacked since he was a child!
So much so that during the years he spent abroad, facing cold walls, when he was sick and lonely to the point of almost dying, what he longed for was such simple and pure beauty.
"Eh? Are you done washing?" After finishing washing the vegetables, Qian Sisi turned and saw Bai Cheng'an holding a towel, squinting at her; she curiously asked.
Bai Cheng'an hid the tenderness in his eyes and gestured to Qian Sisi with a hook of his finger.
