A pot of white pepper old duck soup, accompanied by a few refreshing side dishes, plus a basket of spring pancakes.
A simple dinner filled them up.
Shi Wangyue had experienced countless rainy days stuck in traffic after work, but none felt like today, as if he could see ripples left by the continuous excitement in his cerebral cortex, like raindrops falling on a lake, dripping with a bit of joy and happiness.
——This is a very magical experience.
...
As they left the pancake shop, a gust of wind made Ning Youguang shiver with cold.
Shi Wangyue immediately opened his coat and wrapped her in his embrace.
He held a large black umbrella.
Creating a private space for the two of them.
Ning Youguang looked up at him and smiled, her eyes curved, "Do people in love all act foolishly?"
"Where's the foolishness?" Shi Wangyue laughed.
"It's not foolish, in this kind of rotten weather, how can I feel like maybe going for a walk together isn't such a bad idea..."
