Evening.
Sheng Ting came home from work later than usual. Shen Weiyi had already finished her bath and was sitting in front of the mirror, taking out the hairdryer to start drying her hair.
Hearing the noise, she turned around and said, "You're back?"
Sheng Ting took off his coat, walked over, and voluntarily took the hairdryer from her hand, drying her hair with practiced movements. He was very careful and gentle, as if afraid of tugging her scalp and hurting her.
The warm air was comforting.
Shen Weiyi's body relaxed and, through the mirror, she watched Sheng Ting behind her. Even though they already had two children, it seemed as if he hadn't changed a bit.
He was still the man of graceful dignity from her memories, his every move was to her liking.
Shen Weiyi couldn't help but curve her lips into a smile, then brought up the day's events, "Your son got called in by the teacher today."
"Xiao Ye?" Sheng Ting looked up, slightly surprised, but did not stop his movements.
