Although he had long planned to spend forever with her, every time he felt emotional, Tan Jincheng wanted more and more to hold her tightly, to meld her into his own body, and to never separate.
There were more beautiful women in the world, but it was only her heart that he recognized.
For him, anyone else was just a passing cloud.
Only her, only her.
Tan Jincheng still held a pen in one hand, his other arm resting on the table, hand gently rubbing his chin. His gaze undoubtedly fell on the woman bathed in shadows and light.
Staring at her like this, it seemed he could never get enough.
Once, he imagined if that day would come when he could look at her without any reservations. Watching her laughter and tears, seeing her happy for him, and grieving for him—how wonderful would that be?
Now, that dream had finally come true, and everything was so beautiful that he could hardly believe it.
No matter how much he looked at her, it was never enough.
