"Yicheng, it looks like no matter how we try, we can't explain things clearly." Xu Nianhua looked at Pei Yicheng with a sorrowful gaze. What happened last night—it seems even if she jumped into the Yellow River, she couldn't wash herself clean.
"Yining is so sensible, she knows to give us some time alone."
Pei Yicheng reached out his long arms and pulled Xu Nianhua into his embrace. He leaned his head slantwise against her shoulder, his arms tightly clasping her waist, and said, "I used to think that in my whole life, I'd never get married, and would never fall for a girl."
His deep voice flowed in her ear, the faint scent of alcohol wrapped around her. Though she hadn't touched a drop, her head felt a little dizzy right now.
She lowered her head, inexplicably wondering why Pei Yicheng's eyes shone so brightly.
"I remember, the first time I saw you, you fell down from your grandfather's persimmon tree."
