Zhan Lingtao drove his car directly into Ailan Castle. As he looked at the scenery on both sides of the road, his heart felt as if waves were crashing repeatedly against the rocks on the shore. Those were the surging emotions from his memories.
Eight years had passed, and he missed everything here so much.
He was so happy that he whistled joyfully while driving, occasionally glancing with a smile at the girl beside him.
He suddenly felt that life was simply too delightful.
He was engaged in the work he loved most, and he excelled at it, becoming the person he had always dreamed of being.
He had a warm home and the girl he loved the most.
What more could a person ask for when they already have these things?
Seeing him so happy, Jia Xuan was naturally very happy too. She sat up with a smile, resting her chin in her hands, looking out at the scenery, and began recalling the times when he would bring her here to play in their childhood.
