He held Yueyue's hand and placed it on his face, patiently saying, "See, I am right here in front of you, aren't I?"
His voice was too gentle, patient to the extreme, only indulgent.
Yueyue blinked, her eyes brimming with sourness; she held it back, softly saying, "Yes, you are right here in front of me."
After saying this, she closed her eyes and hugged Shen Jinci's waist.
Outside, the snow was falling intensely, flakes clinging onto the window, refusing to fall down.
Yueyue, with her eyes closed, listened to Shen Jinci's heartbeat.
After a while, she said, "When we go back, can we bring all the little flowers with us?"
The little flowers she mentioned were the daisies Shen Jinci had transferred from back home.
Those flowers weren't anything expensive or rare, just the ordinary ones easily found by the roadside, but Yueyue loved them very much.
"We can," Shen Jinci replied, "We'll move everything when it's time."
