Mu Yichen was watching a sports program, but he couldn't concentrate. Occasionally, the sound of his wife sketching would inadvertently reach his ears, and he couldn't help but glance at the person beside him.
Or perhaps, "occasionally" isn't the right word.
From time to time, Mu Yichen's eyes carried a faint smile, a look of admiration, as he looked at his wife.
Qin Mu, however, kept her head down and never looked up at her husband.
At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sun came out, and by around three, they returned to the old house. The thin ice on the road was still fairly slippery.
When the two of them got home, the elders who were napping on sunflower seeds and chatting looked at them and asked, "Why did you come back in this weather?"
"Isn't the weather nice?"
Mu Yichen walked over and sat down, glancing at the beautiful sunset outside the window.
Feng Fanghua cracked a few sunflower seeds and didn't say anything more.
