The night is tranquil, time flows quietly.
After a long day, Mo Shangjun sits cross-legged on the ground, watching Ya Tianxing carefully applying varnish to a model.
Even though Ya Tianxing always gives off the impression of an old cadre, his age and looks are there to see, and up close, he doesn't look nearly thirty yet. He even seems to have become fairer over the past couple of years, making him look even younger.
Thinking of that previous selfie, without the military uniform, he looks even younger, like someone around twenty-five or six, with much of Lord Yan's aura faded away, giving off a homely vibe.
She sits on a discarded piece of wood, absent-mindedly staring at Ya Tianxing's face.
