After finishing the hot pot, the two of them snuggled by the floor-to-ceiling window in the room to enjoy the view.
Thinking back to the beginning, Xue Yang could only huddle alone in that tiny rented room of around thirty square meters, fantasizing about the day Chen Ying would accept his confession so they could live a happy life together.
Thinking about it now, he had been so naive back then.
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