Sitting in the car, Little Dragonfly chattered nonstop. She looked at the scenery outside the window, which she had seen many times before; yet now, she felt what she was seeing was somehow different.
"Wow... so beautiful!" Little Dragonfly propped her little hands on the window, excitedly exclaiming at the "moving" scenery outside.
Shui Qingdie was still quite reserved, always thinking about pulling Little Dragonfly back to her side, to have her seated quietly. Seeing this, Tang Ye laughed and said, "It's okay, Qing Die, don't be too strict, Little Dragonfly is still a child after all."
Shui Qingdie didn't expect Tang Ye to be so familiar, calling her Qing Die so naturally, as if he knew her very well. She was called by her name in such a way that her heart fluttered and her face turned red, yet she didn't know how to refuse. In the village, people usually referred to her as 'Little Die'. She felt that being called Qing Die was even more intimate than Little Die.