C93 Framing the Storm

Early in the morning, the first breeze blew across her face. Soong Jiayin greedily breathed in the fresh air and listened to the chirping of the birds. Her mood was exceptionally good.

A pair of hands stretched out from behind her and hugged her. Gong Yichen tightly clung onto her body and gently rubbed beside Soong Jiayin's ear. He was like a small animal without any ill feelings