C295 Most of Them Go the Same Way

Seeing Zhao Chanqiu sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding the bowl with his arm and lowering his head to eat the noodles obediently, something in Zhao Qinghe's heart was suddenly opened. It was as if it had been stuck in the innermost part of the room. The airtight things were laid flat under the sun and evaporated along with the humidity.

Zhao Chanqiu's hair was very soft and yellowish