Like your tenth year

The diary was not opened, but placed in a drawer.

The pink leather page faintly emitted the scent of a young girl. Even after so many years, it was still perfectly preserved.

After Jiang Shuxia carried Jiang Shuxia into the room, she laid on the soft bed and slept soundly.

Lingxuyao sat on the carpet beside the bed. The man's handsome face was slightly narrowed, his large palm pressed against his forehead, but his gaze never left her pretty face.

He frowned at her. What was his little wife afraid of?

She was covered with a thin blanket and the room was air-conditioned. The temperature was just right.

Staring at her in this way, he only felt unsatisfied. His large palm reached over and lightly patted her back, and his obsidian eyes lit up with a brilliant light.