Huanhuan, though heartbroken, eventually forgot about the school incident as time went on.
It wasn't until after dinner that Qin Mu came down from upstairs.
Mu Yichen was facing away from the staircase, looking at his phone, but in reality, he was waiting for her.
Qin Mu stopped two flights of stairs away from him, her arms lightly resting on the handrail as she watched his profile with deep, silent eyes, observing him absorbed in his phone.
Suddenly, it struck her how fast time flew.
The once youthful lad had now become a husband, a father of two children, and a man whose thoughts were impenetrable.
Qin Mu couldn't help but reminisce about her early years in Paris, when one night she ran a high fever and he carried her to a nearby clinic.
She didn't know why he was at her doorstep, but when she opened the window to let in some air, she saw him sitting under an old tree downstairs.
Time trickled by; could they ever return to their past selves?
