"What are you thinking about?"
Huang Puchen had been tidying up outside for a long time, the dishes were almost cold, and Nangong Yang hadn't come out. He went to the bathroom to take a look and saw Nangong Yang standing by the sink, lost in thought, a slight smile on her lips as if thinking of something beautiful.
He really didn't want to disturb her, but he had been standing at the door for quite a while, and Nangong Yang still hadn't noticed him. In the end, he had no choice but to walk up and hold her in his arms.
"What were you thinking about so intently?"
Huang Puchen asked in his deep voice.
Nangong Yang snapped back to reality, shook her head, and said, "Nothing, just reminiscing about the past. It feels like yesterday when we first met."
Huang Puchen rested his chin on her shoulder, "So where did your reminiscence take you?"
