The nights in Paigou Village were filled with only the sounds of insects and frogs, their calls resonating clearly through the darkness.
Wang Jian held Xu Qian, the two of them lying together in silence. The only sounds were the chirping outside the window and the soft rhythm of each other's breathing. At this moment, they both felt a profound sense of comfort and peace.
"Xiao Jian," Xu Qian murmured, her forefinger tracing idle circles on his chest. Her gaze was fixed on the movement as she lay upon him. "What do you think we should do in the future?"
It's said that people tend to ponder life at night, especially in a moment of post-coital clarity. Wang Jian's mind went blank. The question was simply too difficult to answer.
