Sheng Ning'an also felt that she might have been too tense.
She just had never taken care of anyone before and was afraid of not doing it well.
When they left the cinema, it had actually started to snow again.
The snow seemed particularly plentiful this year, having fallen in several batches already.
Sheng Ning'an had already taken the doll from Xu Weiran's hands and was holding it herself, her reasoning was that she wanted to hold his hand.
Xu Weiran couldn't refuse.
The two didn't immediately return to their place of residence, instead, they walked hand in hand through the streets.
The man was tall and handsome; the woman was beautiful and charming—a walking work of art.
...
In the blink of an eye, Sheng Ning'an had already spent half a month at Xu Weiran's place; Xu Weiran had gone back to work at the research institute two days prior.
