"No... I can't..."
Tang Mubai leaned down and kissed her lips, entwining his fingers with hers, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what day it is today?"
"It's New Year's Day, the New Year..."
Seeing his expression unchanged but his gaze growing deeper, Tang Nian couldn't help but swallow hard, and asked with some difficulty, "Then, is it a special day? It's not your birthday, is it?"
"It's the twentieth anniversary of when I fell in love with you."
"Twenty years..."
Though Tang Mubai spoke those words lightly, in Tang Nian's heart, it felt like a tempest had erupted.
Twenty years, no matter when placed, is not a short time, yet he said he has loved her for twenty years. What kind of concept is this?
"You... I, I was only 8 years old twenty years ago, right?"
"Yes, you were very cute back then."
"You... your taste is way too heavy, I was still underage."
