Lin Meiqing greatly enjoyed this beautiful moment.
Although she was now forty-two, her life more than half over, she had never experienced strolling happily down the street, arm in arm with a man she liked, like a young girl. She had yearned for this, fantasizing about it countless times. Unfortunately, the demands of life and the difficulty of raising Lin Jia alone meant it never came to pass.
Today, Shen Fanyun had fulfilled her wish. Pressing close to his arm, Lin Meiqing felt as if she had returned to her eighteen-year-old self. A smile she couldn't suppress spread across her face, and her cheeks flushed. She didn't look at all like a woman in her early forties, but rather like a bashful young maiden, gentle and demure.
Puzzled, Shen Fanyun asked, "What are you smiling at now?"
