"..."
This means you have to force yourself to be happy even if you're not!!
Suddenly, I feel a bit sorry for Young Master Qiu Ya.
At this moment, Liang Han actually thinks it's good for Qiu Ya to stay like this, rather than coming back to his senses.
Chuzheng's expression became more solemn as she walked over and grasped the ropes of the swing.
The swing came to a stop.
A breeze blew through the courtyard, bringing waves of floral fragrance.
The man on the swing tilted his head back slightly, and his clear eyes shone with fragments of light, sparkling radiantly.
"Wife."
Chuzheng sat on the swing, holding him: "Together?"
"Sure." Qiu Ya was delighted: "I can swing very high and see the outside."
"Be careful."
Qiu Ya hummed: "I'm very good at it!"
"..." How are you good, you big hammer!
Liang Han watched the two of them embracing, feeling a little suffocated at the bottom of his heart.
Watching them be all lovey-dovey every day, it's a big stimulus for a single guy.
