It was happiness when they were together.
She was still the same as before—bold, carefree, and unpolished.
All of it had become a kind of charm in Luo SuiFeng's eyes.
They were no longer reserved, walking hand-in-hand through the campus every day.
Parading their love openly.
Truth be told, that period was indeed a time of bliss.
Though she often exasperated him to the point of frustration.
It was all something he accepted willingly.
But when did things between him and Mù Qiānxún reach this point?
Luo SuiFeng couldn't answer.
The beauty of their past repeatedly surfaced in his mind…
When his thoughts stopped lingering in memories, he realized the bowl of porridge had unknowingly been emptied.
Mù Qiānxún tidied up the dishes and handed them to Ou Zun, saying, "Throw it away. If you leave it in the room, the smell will be too strong."
Ou Zun pursed his lips, his face as sour as it could be.
But he still obediently followed Mù Qiānxún's instruction and went out.
