To him, there was nothing imperfect about it.
She invited him out to enjoy the spring scenery, shared with him the best noodles, and even gave him a glimpse of the secret base.
So gentle and full of affection.
It filled his heart with the entire spring.
...
In a cafe outside the University of Chinese Academy of Sciences.
A youth dressed in cotton clothing handed Ning Youguang a carefully carved wooden box.
"Mr. Ning, I've resigned and set up my own studio." The youth had a warm smile on his face, "These are two candlesticks I made by hand. I hope you'll like them."
Ning Youguang took them with both hands, opened the wooden box with delight, and found two candlesticks with a simple yet serene beauty inside.
"They're so beautiful."
She couldn't help but take one of the candlesticks out and placed it in her palm, gently stroking it.
The candlestick made of raw wood felt warm and smooth, finely polished on the surface, with an exquisite touch.
