Mo Yinhe's relaxed body suddenly tensed. He bowed his head, looking deeply at the girl who had become excited and was holding onto him tightly.
This was the first time Mingjing had ever embraced him on her own initiative.
Mo Yinhe was happy, but his nose tingled with emotion. There was a time when such eager hugs happened almost every day, but that was five years ago. Today, five years later, it was only he who would tease her shamelessly, and she always pushed him away with awkwardness and reserve. Each time she rejected him with reserve, Mo Yinhe would let it go with an easy-going smile, as if he didn't mind at all.
