Upon hearing Li Xianghong's words, Wang Xiaoqiang was slightly startled, suddenly remembering the events of the past.
Back then, right here, whenever the two met, Li Xianghong would carry him over.
The scenes from those years are still vivid in his mind. Thinking back on them is endlessly enjoyable.
Now, the scenery here remains unchanged, and the person is still the same, but Li Xianghong has transformed from a simple country woman into a factory director, a successful woman.
However, what's precious is that she still maintains that natural simplicity, and her feelings for him haven't changed a bit.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it when I do this anymore?" Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang hesitant without responding, Li Xianghong's expression slightly altered, feeling somewhat downcast.
"How could that be? I couldn't wish for anything more." Wang Xiaoqiang laughed, "I was recalling the times you carried me then, and you wouldn't believe how happy I am now!"
