Looking at Shen Mosheng's smile, Han Yingying couldn't help but curve her eyebrows and eyes into a smile as well.
"Shen Mosheng, you look good when you smile, you should smile more in the future."
"Okay," Shen Mosheng agreed without hesitation.
By Yingying's side, he always found himself wanting to smile unconsciously.
If he were really not allowed to smile, it would actually be somewhat difficult.
Seeing that he agreed so readily, Han Yingying's mood greatly improved, "Shen Mosheng, good night."
The soft light in Shen Mosheng's eyes deepened, "Good night."
The two faced each other, closed their eyes, and slowly fell asleep.
The corners of their mouths, unconsciously, lifted into a slight arc.
The night was just right.
The next day.
Right after Han Yingying finished breakfast, she received a call from her high school classmates.
"Yingying, I heard you're going abroad for an exchange for a year, so everyone specially organized a get-together to see you off."
