After the birthday, Jiang Zhixun is already thirty-four years old.
Returning from a late-night snack, the two lay in bed talking, and Jiang Zhixun was still a bit melancholic.
"I'll be forty soon."
Shen Qingqing also felt time was passing quickly, agreeing, "I'll be thirty soon."
His forty is still quite far off, but her thirty is right around the corner.
When it comes to age, starting with a two and starting with a three always feels different.
Now, Shen Qingqing still feels like a young girl, but at thirty, her mindset might change.
Jiang Zhixun carefully examined the woman resting on his arm, compared to the year they went to the Northwest, she had become mature, calm, with a kind of elegance that comes with experience.
But whether it was the past Shen Qingqing or her now, she could always captivate him.
Having finally reconciled, Jiang Zhixun cherished every day with Shen Qingqing.
"What are you looking at?"
