As the girl sweetly drifted into dreamland, the man was still clutching a cigarette, staring at her WeChat messages.
She didn't even ask if he got home safely.
Shen Liguang frowned slightly, thinking this little thing took him for granted now that she had him.
"What are you looking at? You've been staring at it for a long time."
Li Ruolan found it amusing that ever since her son came back, he had been glued to his phone.
"You seem so composed, but once you're in love, you act like a kid, constantly checking your phone for messages from some girl?"
"The one I told you about before."
"She waited for you for over a year?"
"Yeah." Shen Liguang's heart softened as he recalled the girl's confession, he smiled and said, "She waited for me for over a year."
Li Ruolan, peeling sugar-roasted chestnuts, smiled brightly: "Then you can't let her down, bring her home for dinner someday."
"In a while."
"You're 27, you can get married."
Shen Liguang: "Let's wait another two years."
