The corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously at the thought of a little one who, by this time next year, would just be learning to crawl, bearing a resemblance to either him or his mother, decked in overalls, perhaps even drooling, and babbling away as he or she clambered about the lawn.
Seeing others often led Shang Jianghan to think of the days ahead, and he remembered the exam papers hidden in the most private corner of his study.
Moments from the past flashed by like scenes from a film.
It was only when the feeling of missing someone to the point of despair flooded his heart that he knew how fortunate he was at this moment and that he should be content.
Walking from the glass room on the roof to the pavilion beside the lawn, Shang Jianghan's strides were somewhat large, his pace steady and brisk.
With the high-pressure water gun turned off and set aside, Shen Chaoxi turned her head and saw the man beside her, dressed in light-grey casual linen clothes and trousers.