His words were like a beautiful dream. Sitting in the courtyard at home, you could see high mountains and flowing rivers. Such a scene only appeared in her dreams, and once she dreamt it, she would paint it into her paintings.
Feeling that happiness had come too suddenly, in her joy she momentarily forgot herself. Jin Liuying couldn't help but pounce towards the dream-weaving man sitting opposite her. It was the unique scent of a young man at the tip of her nose that suddenly woke her up.
Jin Liuying was startled, hurriedly letting go of her hands, and sat upright.
Her eyes didn't dare to directly look at the person opposite, pretending to casually look out of the window.
Zhao Yanzhong's expression was also somewhat stiff. The sudden embrace caught both of them off guard.
He gently pressed his lips together, considering it a beautiful accident.
