Gu Qingheng looked around at everything that was both familiar and strange to him. In his breath was the unique and familiar sweet fragrance of the girl, and he couldn't help but lift the corners of his mouth in a faint smile. Seeing this world again, with his beloved girl by his side, felt truly wonderful…
"Gu Qingheng, when we grow old in the future, can we go out to watch the snow together?" Yang Ruxin suddenly said in a sentimental way.
"Xinxin," Gu Qingheng laughed, "We don't have to wait until we are old. Whenever you want to watch it, I will accompany you until we can no longer walk..."
Yang Ruxin felt inexplicably touched: "Okay." This must be what they meant when they talked about holding hands with your loved one and growing old together.
The gate of the small courtyard was still locked; it was Yang Ruxin who had locked it when she left yesterday.