"If you're the ugly duckling, then you're my ugly duckling alone." Yun Mo lifted his right hand from the steering wheel and gently caressed Qiaoqiao's temple. The car drove steadily as he briefly glanced at her for a few seconds, seemingly recalling the over twenty years since they first met in his mind. A ceaselessly gentle smile remained on his face, "Besides, you've always been beautiful in my eyes!"
"Ah!" Qiaoqiao leaned on the car seat and sighed contentedly, tilting her head to look at Yun Mo. The passage of time made him even more appealing, and although there were crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, it didn't detract from his handsomeness at all. Instead, it made her like him even more, "I don't know if it's become a habit now, but when you talk romance, it feels as natural as chatting about daily life. It makes me feel so cherished."
Yun Mo smiled and continued to drive attentively.
Qiaoqiao then asked, "Are you finishing up the handover in the next few days?"
