Li Yeqi looked at Yan Luoxi, who had been silent since she returned from the restroom, "Xixi, what are you thinking about?"
Yan Luoxi, with her bag over her shoulder and one hand in her blazer pocket, looked down at the shadow on the ground, "I've recently realized that I'm getting older, there are fine lines under my eyes."
Li Yeqi felt a pang in his heart hearing her say she's getting old, "Nonsense, you're still a little fairy. How could you be old?"
Yan Luoxi glanced at him and slowly continued walking forward. The streetlights cast their shadows, now connected on the ground. Li Yeqi carried Xiangxiang in one arm and extended his hand to hold hers, "I'm serious, you will always be as mesmerizingly beautiful as the first time we met in my heart."
What woman doesn't like hearing sweet words? Even when she knows there's glass mixed into them, she accepts them with a smile, "How come I haven't noticed, your words are getting more glib."
