When I opened the car door, a rich fragrance immediately filled the air from afar.

Tang Mulin reached out and held Chu Jinnian's arm, "I want to go see the rose fields first."

"Yes, sir."

Chu Jinnian held Tang Mulin's hand and led her towards the backyard.

There was still a chill in the air in Paris in mid-February, but Tang Mulin didn't feel cold at all. From his palms to his heart, he felt warm everywhere.

Walking all the way from the front yard to the back yard, Tang Mulin's lips curled up slightly when he saw the lush rose fields as far as he could see.

There is grass under the steps in the front yard.

There is a rose garden in the backyard.

If she guessed correctly, there was a big tree at the end of the rose field.

On the tree, there is a tree house which is small but fully equipped.

There is a bed in the tree house.

There is a carpet next to the bed and a bedside table at the head of the bed.

There is a desk lamp on the cabinet, and the cabinet is full of snacks.

When she's in a bad mood, she can hide in the tree house like a squirrel.

You can eat snacks and read books, or you can pick up a colored pencil sketchbook and draw for a while, and then take a nap on the bed when you are tired.

So that no one can find her.

Wait until she is in a better mood, then jump out and scare everyone.

This was clearly her first time here, but every place seemed familiar, as if she had lived here for hundreds of years.

Walking all the way into the castle, Tang Mulin turned back to look at Chu Jinnian, "Did I tell you in such detail?"

"You've painted it before, don't you remember?"

Chu Jinnian laughed.

Tang Mulin was stunned for a moment.

She really doesn't remember.

"fool……"

Chu Jinnian raised his hand and kissed the back of Tang Mulin's hand, "You don't have to remember, I just need to remember."

Tang Mulin smiled.

When we entered the castle, the butler greeted us politely, "Sir, Miss, dinner is ready."

At a glance, the long off-white table was filled with dishes she wanted to eat.

Sweet and sour spare ribs.

Squirrel fish.

Four-happiness meatballs.

Baby cabbage in soup.

…

As soon as I saw the pot of Mao Xuewang, not only the dishes, but even the big white bowl serving the dishes were exactly the same as the one on New Year's Eve.

Tang Mulin turned his head with a suspicious look on his face, "So, the Mao Xuewang on New Year's Eve was not made by you at all, right?"

I never dreamed that the food would go bad over a pot of Maoxuewang.

Chu Jinnian was startled, and hurriedly explained, "I did it, but... I messed it up!"

Only then did we urgently seek external assistance.

"For the sake of Dongpo's elbow, I forgive you!"

Tang Mulin raised his chin proudly and walked forward like a proud little peacock.

Chu Jinnian walked a few quick steps, pulled out a chair like a gentleman and asked her to sit down.

Then he sat next to her.

With a glance, the butler and the servants all left the restaurant.

Outside the window was her favorite rose field.

In a few months, large fields of roses will be in full bloom, and everywhere you look will be filled with bright red.

Next to her was the man she had loved for so many years, who was considerately helping her pick out fish bones.

Tang Mulin felt that the injuries and pains he had experienced in the past seemed to be nothing.

"What are you thinking about?"

Chu Jinnian's voice rang in his ears. Tang Mulin came back to his senses, smiled and shook his head, "I always feel like I'm dreaming."

Am I dreaming? I only saw the man curl his lips and a sly smile flashed across his lips.

Tang Mulin subconsciously stepped back.

The next moment, the man held her lips.

The gentle kiss aroused the numbness in Tang Mulin's heart. Before the numbness subsided, pain came.

Tang Mulin put his hand to his lips and stared at Chu Jinnian in disbelief.

He actually...bit her? "Does it hurt?"

Chu Jinnian's eyes were full of smiles.

Facing the girl's angry look, Chu Jinnian smiled and said, "If you feel the pain, then it's not a dream. Now, do you still feel like you're dreaming?"

The man looked as if “If you still feel like you’re dreaming, I don’t mind helping you wake up.”

Tang Mulin: ...

(End of this chapter)