Wedding In Seven Days

In the living room.

Qingfeng pulled Xue Lin by her hand, and the two sat on the sofa.

Qingfeng frowned when he saw the illustration book on the living room table, finding it odd.

He didn't know that after his departure, Xue would have drawn all these illustrations that depicted all of their experiences.

Qingfeng was deeply moved by these illustrations. He thought of their past experiences, and they were full of bittersweet memories.

"I didn't know that you could draw so well," Qingfeng said with a soft smile.

Xue's attractive face to blush red like a ripe apple.

"Do you think it's okay?" Xue asked as her long lashes slightly blinked.

Qingfeng gave her a 'thumbs up' to signify that he thought her drawings were great as he plopped himself onto the sofa.

Xue Lin wanted to talk to him, but she had no clue what to say, as if her words were stuck within her throat.