C127 The Days When They Drifted away

Xi Pei gazed at Tang Yan, his eyes growing deep, as if looking beyond her at someone else. His voice, slow and melodious, filled the air.

"My mother, she was a designer and an artist."

As Xi Pei spoke, a gentle smile touched his eyes. He pulled Tang Yan close, holding her in his arms, feeling a sense of calm wash over him. It was as if he was transported back to that day on the beach at sunset