This is her unique thoughtfulness and care, gentle as the spring breeze that nurtures everything in its path.
Li Yuntang chuckled with downcast eyes, subtly curling his fingers to cradle her tiny fist in his palm.
A tremor in his heart, Yan Xiaye appeared serious as she scrutinized the products on the nearby shelves, avoiding eye contact with the man to prevent exposing the faint blush on her cheeks.
In the bustling supermarket, Li Yuntang's presence was still strikingly conspicuous, yet nobody discerned their quietly shared tenderness.
Soon, Yunduo returned, hugging two bags of chips almost half her height, trotting merrily over to Yan Xiaye and offering her one with a begging smile, "Yanyan, it's your favorite tomato flavor!"
Yan Xiaye's eyes curved into smiles as she naturally pulled her hand from Li Yuntang's grasp and hugged the bag of chips mimicking Little Yunduo, "Thank you, you're the best."
