"Yicheng, it seems there's no way to clear up the misunderstanding." Xu Nianhua looked at Pei Yicheng with sorrowful eyes. It appeared that not even jumping into the Yellow River could cleanse her of last night's events.
"Yining is really sensible, knowing to give us two some time alone."
Pei Yicheng stretched out his long arm and pulled Xu Nianhua into his arms. His head leaned on her shoulder, and his arms tightly clasped around her waist as he said, "I once thought that I would never get married in my life, let alone have feelings for a girl."
His deep voice reached her ears, and the faint scent of alcohol enveloped her. Even though she hadn't touched a drop of alcohol, her head felt a bit dizzy at the moment.
She lowered her head, inexplicably thinking how bright Pei Yicheng's eyes looked.
"I remember the first time I saw you, you fell from the persimmon tree at your grandfather's house."
