Days passed like a swift stream; it felt as though something had happened, yet as if nothing had happened at all.
Both of them knew what the future held, but it had little impact on their daily lives. Life went on as usual; the only change was that Qin Guanglin was eagerly building up the family's assets, and He Fang seemed to have undone a knot in her heart, becoming even more spirited than before, wholeheartedly immersing herself in family life.
They didn't travel during the seven-day National Day holiday but spent a few days in He City instead. From this year on, He Fang decided to spend New Year's Day with her own family—after all, her parents' household was now her family of origin, and her true home was with Qin Guanglin.
The winter of the Wuxu Year was extraordinarily cold.
Even before New Year's Day, Qin Guanglin had already layered up with autumn clothes and sweaters, topped with a thick down jacket.
"Should I keep some facial hair to look more mature?"
