i really want to spend the rest of my life with him like this

as the twilight deepened, yu tingchuan took off his shoes and socks and stepped barefoot on the soil. he pulled out the hem of his shirt from his trousers and unbuttoned the top two buttons of his collar. a gentle breeze blew past, causing his white shirt to slightly bulge.

song qincheng had already sat back on the bench. she held a towel in her left hand and placed the other hand on her lower abdomen.

at the age of 22, she gave birth to a small life in her womb.

he was the child of her and the man she loved.

feeling relaxed, song qincheng thought of mu qingyu's words.