The room was so quiet that it felt excessive.
Tang Mulin didn't dare to lift her head.
She could faintly hear the sound of heartbeats, as heavy as the beat of a drum.
It wasn't clear whether they were her own or his.
By the time Tang Mulin came back to her senses, she found herself being held by Chu Jinnian, who was just standing still in the living room.
So, she really did say something wrong, didn't she?
Biting her lip, Tang Mulin looked up at Chu Jinnian, "Chu..."
"Sugar..."
The man's eyes were deep and solemn, and his expression turned cold and stern, "I have never held any other girl like this."
The word Sugar reminded Tang Mulin of those gifts, the handwritten greeting cards.
And of that Christmas Eve night, the tall and lush Christmas tree at the entrance of the school auditorium.
That night, happy groups of boys and girls stood in front of the Christmas tree, taking photos to preserve the memories.
