Gong Shirao's body stiffened slightly.
They...
"That was my first kiss too..." Before she finished speaking, his kiss was already pressing gently against her lips.
He kissed her tenderly, like the wind blowing through the curtains, the soft chiffon gently fluttering in the air. The air was filled with a rich fragrance that lingered indefinitely.
It was his scent.
It was the scent of love.
After a long while, he ended the kiss, released her and said, "Now that's a kiss!!"
She blushed, cleared her throat, and quickly turned the page.
Next was his image at age six.
She remembered how he looked.
In the year they first met, she was four, and he was six.
He apprenticed under Ou Manhui to study medicine.
He accidentally encountered her at the manor, never expecting that she would truly become his bride.
