Looking back, I noticed the curtains were also pink.

I never imagined my wife still has such a girlish heart.

The desk was covered with white paper with a fine grid pattern, and against the wall was a vertical row of white pegboards.

There were some photos and small dolls hanging on it.

Rong Jing took down one of the photos.

It's a photo of Su Yinwan hiking.

She was wearing a smoky pink windbreaker paired with light gray sweatpants.

His face was beaming with a youthful smile.

She's such a sweet and cool girl!

It turns out that his wife used to love sports so much, which is completely different from how she used to be out of breath after running just a few kilometers.

Rong Jing looked at the girl in the photo, and the smile on his lips never stopped.

Just then, it started to drizzle outside, with raindrops the size of beans.

It's already autumn, and it's still raining.

He walked to the window and reached out to close the two open windows.

"Is it raining? I can hear rain."

"Okay, I'm logging off."

"Don't close it all the way, leave a little bit of the window open." Su Yinwan walked over and reached out to push open the window that Rong Jing had just closed a little bit.

"Are you sure you don't want to turn it all off? I'm worried you'll catch a cold at night."

"It's okay, I just like to fall asleep to the sound of rain, it feels so comforting, and you're here, so you won't get cold."

Su Yinwan looked up at Rong Jing and spoke sweetly.

Afterwards, the two lay on the bed covered with a quilt.

He didn't know when it started, but Rong Jing had gotten into the habit of holding Su Yinwan while sleeping.

His arm was around Su Yinwan.

Su Yinwan lay in his arms.

The two fell silent, and gradually drifted off to sleep to the sound of the pattering rain.