Qian opened the cabinet, took out a medal, and gently stroked it in her hand.
What you see are these honors in the cabinet; what you don't see is a little boy, stubbornly growing and striving constantly, just to prove himself.
Seeing the rare tenderness in Qian's eyes, Yu Minglang couldn't take it.
Qian looked puzzled as he walked to the window, pulled the curtains shut, then locked the door and turned on the light, every move smooth and seamless. What was he up to?
"Just now, I've been wanting to do this." He walked back, hugged Qian. Only this way could he express how happy he was at that moment.
Qian, feeling lightheaded, didn't even realize when she was hugged.
Fortunately, Yu Minglang hadn't let hormones cloud his mind completely and released her in time.
Qian turned her back to him, straightening her clothes that had wrinkled under his embrace. The atmosphere was slightly awkward.
