Lin Baici enjoyed spending time with the counselor, feeling as if he were living in a cozy cabin in the woods on a snowy winter's day, warming by the fireplace and enjoying hot tea and small desserts.
Holding his lover while listening to the sound of falling snow.
The crackling firewood in the hearth illuminated his wife's ever-enchanting face, dispelling the harshness of winter.
Lin Baici's mind settled into tranquility, like a still lake, free of any ripples.
He hoped these days would last forever.
Eating, drinking tea, and chatting a bit.
Even without speaking, just sitting on the sofa while each surfed their phones, Lin Baici didn't feel bored. As long as he occasionally glanced at Gu Qingxiang, a sense of satisfaction would quietly rise in his heart.
Like sowing in spring and harvesting in autumn, with a warehouse full of mushrooms.
"Hmm?"
