Qiao Xia was really hungry, eating a bit ferociously, staying silent throughout the meal, and ended up overeating.
In the last few days, they had been very happy. She could lie carefree on Mu Liang's lap for an afternoon nap without any hint of romantic intentions. Today, however, felt weird. Mu Liang suggested, "It's snowed, let's take a walk by the shore."
"Okay."
She had the same idea, grabbed her camera, bundled up, and stepped outside.
Mu Liang was wearing a sweater, a long overcoat, and the scarf she had given him. Qiao Xia's mood soared instantly—he looked so handsome, so elegant, like a distinguished gentleman with the scarf she gave him.
Hearts nearly bubbled out of Qiao Xia's eyes.
The winter snow, the lakeside walk, it was very picturesque.
Qiao Xia took several photos in succession.
The world was serene, like an ink painting, resonating with ancient charm.
"Are we going to stay at the resort until the 3rd?"
"Do you want to go back?"
