The older man, Gu Jingchen, curled his lips into a mischievous, indulgent smile as he reached out his long, elegant fingers to gently tap the delicate tip of his beloved little woman's nose. His movements were feather-light and overflowing with affection, a tenderness that spoke volumes of just how much he adored her—to him, she was the very center of his world.
Gu Jingchen had always maintained the disciplined habits fostered by his time in the military, waking promptly at six every morning without fail. Even though yesterday had been exhausting, it hadn't dulled his energy one bit. As the dawn broke, the older man sprung into action like a tightly wound clock, brimming with vitality.
