After staying for two days, it was time for them to pack up and go back in the afternoon. Ji Wanmei looked at Lei Tingjun's old family home and suddenly felt quite reluctant to leave.
Once upstairs, Ji Wanmei looked at the bedding and quilts that Lei Tingjun had taken out and made the bed last night, and asked, "Should we put these away and put them back in the closet?"
"Hmm, let's put it away first. It'll get dusty and might even get moldy if we leave it like this. It's better to lock it in the closet." Lei Tingji said, and went to put away the cotton quilt and blankets that he had laid out on his grandmother's old bed.
Ji Wanmei also went over to help. She carefully took off the quilt cover, folded it neatly, and then carried the cotton wadding over for Lei Tingjun to put away.
Lei Tingjun was standing in front of the counter when he turned around and saw Ji Wanmei holding a cotton quilt and handing it to him.
Her eyes were gentle as she looked up at him, holding in her arms the bedding they had slept on the night before.
Lei Tingjun paused, then suddenly removed the cotton wadding, leaned over, and hugged Ji Wanmei.
Ji Wanmei was taken aback: "What's wrong?"
"I suddenly really want to hug you." Lei Tingjun pulled her into his arms, and at that moment, the emptiness in his heart was completely filled by her tenderness.
There was a time when every time he returned to this old home, it was empty, and loneliness and solitude surrounded him, with even the sound of his footsteps echoing.
But now, he has her.
Her laughter and presence suddenly breathed new life into this old farmhouse, giving it a vibrant and energetic vitality.
It also filled his long-lonely heart with warmth.
At this moment, Lei Tingjun didn't want to do anything but hold her quietly like this: "Meimei, I love you."
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