The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on people.

Ying Qian put on a padded jacket, Chen Wenzhi's.

The light pink long down jacket that Shen Yun wore looked like a short jacket on Ren Yi. Among the group standing at the door, he was the only one who attracted a lot of attention.

"Being tall is my fault," Ren Yi said, tossing his hair.

Shen Yun didn't hold back in criticizing his narcissism.

He shamelessly replied, "I'm not narcissistic, I'm in love with you."

Four small stools were placed at the entrance, one for each person, making it quite comfortable.

They've essentially started living a retirement life ahead of schedule.

Chen Wenzhi poured a hot water bottle for Ying Qian and warmed her up.

"I'm not that delicate," she chuckled softly, her clear eyes like pools of spring water. "I'd treat you like you're made of glass, afraid you'd melt if I held you in my mouth, afraid you'd break if I held you in my hands..."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yun couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile.

"What are you laughing at? Have I been bad to you?" Ren Yi turned his head, his face full of resentment. "...If there's anything I've done wrong, I'll just change it!"

"What do you mean I'm bad?" She didn't expect Ren Yi to notice a faint smile, so she rubbed his cheek with her hand and said, "There's nothing wrong with you, you don't need to change."

Their intimate interactions were very open and aboveboard. Even a timid and cowardly girl like Shen Yun could be so bold as to be affectionate with the person she liked, which was probably due to Ren Yi's carefree nature.

Ying Qian cast an envious glance at her.

The next second, her hand was gently rubbed, a very light touch, but enough to touch her heart. Turning around, she saw those deep black eyes again, shining like obsidian in the sunlight.

She swallowed nervously, her breath unsteady, and her heart was still pounding wildly even after watching it many times.

Beneath Chen Wenzhi's dark eyes surged layers of complex and unfathomable emotions, as if to say: Why don't you take the initiative to express your love? I will definitely respond to you.

"I..." She opened her lips, but soon closed them again.

She noticed a hint of disappointment in Chen Wenzhi's expression and felt a pang of sadness.

The longer they spent together and the better their relationship became, the more she became wary and concerned.

“If you count the days, the New Year is just around the corner,” Ren Yi suddenly said. “Chen Wenzhi, are you staying in your hometown for the New Year this year? Or are you going to your maternal grandmother’s?”

Shen frowned and interjected, "Don't you usually spend time with your parents?"

Ren Yi already knew his parents' ways, and he took her hand and explained, "His parents rarely come back for the Chinese New Year; they're usually in other places or abroad."

"Is it because of work?" he asked again.

“No, it’s just a vacation,” Ren Yi said frankly. “Actually, I don’t understand it either, but that’s how Chen Wenzhi has been doing all these years.”

Chen Wenzhi thought for a while before saying, "Let's go to my maternal grandmother's place."

"Is Grandma still in Yun City?" Ren Yi did some quick calculations and kindly reminded her, "Then you should hurry up and book your high-speed rail ticket, otherwise you won't be able to get back during the Spring Festival travel rush."

No rush.

His gaze shifted to Ying Qian, whose eyes were lowered, seemingly also considering her own future.

After all, he had no home.

"Didn't I promise my mom we'd spend Chinese New Year together?"

"Aunt Zhao isn't coming back again..." she muttered.

Chen Wenzhi smiled and said, "Whether my mother is here or not is not that important. What's important is that you're with me."

A sour smell wafted from beside me.

"Eh~" Ren Yi couldn't help but imitate Chen Wenzhi's affected tone, saying, "The important thing~ is that you~ are with me~"

His cheeky expression made both Ying Qian and Shen Yun laugh.

Chen Wenzhi's face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot, wishing he could beat Ren Yi to death.

He was about to start cursing.

He became serious again.

“Ying Qian, you should stay in the city this year. It seems like fireworks aren’t banned this year. It would be nice to go back and watch them.” Ren Yi raised his chin, put his hands behind his head, and looked up at the sky.

“Okay, I’m fine with anything,” Ying Qian replied.

Chen Wenzhi nodded, offering no objection.

That's fine.

In the afternoon, Ren Yi took Shen Yun fishing in the frozen lake.

Ying Qian was doing her homework in the study on the second floor, and she really didn't know what to say when she saw the math test paper in front of her.

"What are you looking at? Write." Chen Wenzhi brought over a glass of water and then sat down next to Ying Qian.

He stared at her pen tip, then stopped at a question and didn't move. "Can't you answer it?"

"No," she replied weakly.

"Then why not write it?"

Ying Qian pushed away the face that was so close to hers, and slumped onto the table, murmuring, "So tired... Will I get a reward after I finish this test? Chen Wenzhi."

"have."

What is it?

"I can't tell you," Chen Wenzhi said with a mysterious smile.

Forty minutes later, Ying Qian had already stopped writing.

It only says to finish writing, but doesn't say to write it correctly. Isn't it simple to just finish writing?

Chen Wenzhi's short rest has come to an end.

She stood behind the mahogany desk, while Chen Wenzhi sat in the matching armchair, his phoenix eyes slightly narrowed.

"I want a reward, Chen Wenzhi."

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Wenzhi put his arm around her waist, making her sit on his lap. Looking into her expectant eyes, his well-defined knuckles slowly climbed up the back of her head.

"The reward is..."

Ying Qian finally saw what was in his captivating eyes: it was her, everything about her, only her…

"From now on, there will only be you, and no one else, Ying Qian."

She cupped his face in her hands and kissed the end of his eyebrow.

*

In the evening, Ying Qian continued writing her test paper, resting her chin on her hand.

"Chen Wenzhi, but we are only seventeen years old."

"So what if you're seventeen?" The boy, who was fiddling with the book, paused slightly, then turned to look at her. She had her head down, and a section of her fair wrist was exposed.

All I heard was her delicate and gentle voice: "Isn't talking about the future too far away?"

"Yes," his reason told him. "What are your thoughts on asking me this question?"

His voice remained cool and composed. Seeing that the girl didn't make any extreme moves, he turned back to continue tidying the books on the bookshelf.

"Sigh." Ying Qian sighed deeply, wrote the last word, and said slowly, "Actually, I don't have any particular thoughts. I just feel that people shouldn't live in the moment."

What are you worried about?

Ying Qian gazed at his tall, slender back, swallowed hard, and pursed her dry lips.

The boy seemed to have seen through her long ago. He slowly walked to her side, glanced at the densely packed papers, and said calmly, "I know what you're worried about, you..."

"Chen Wenzhi, I'm thirsty." The girl looked up, her eyes glistening with tears.

The moment their eyes met, Chen Wenzhi could no longer remain calm.

"I won't say these things again..." she tugged at his hand and promised.

The air froze for a few seconds.

Ying Qian felt like she was about to stop breathing.

She felt a little intimidated by the person who was outstanding in every way.

But then I realized, he had already become my boyfriend.

But no matter what, there's still a feeling of not being able to grasp it, like a wisp of wind, ethereal and intangible.