When the weather is hot, Su Qing would also gently wipe the sweat off Zhou Yuwen.
In the desert night.
The stars were brilliant,
Zhou Yuwen pitched a tent and made a campfire beside the jeep.
The two of them were stargazing together, and Su Qing said to Zhou Yuwen, it would be nice to return to our past lives now.
"If we didn't have so many misunderstandings, if we hadn't divorced, maybe we could still be as happy as we are now," Su Qing said to Zhou Yuwen, hugging her knees.
Zhou Yuwen smiled after hearing this and said, "We're very happy right now."
Su Qing said nothing, resting her head on Zhou Yuwen's shoulder.
Zhou Yuwen gazed at the campfire in front of him, lost in thought.
Su Qing is still so sentimental, but the truth is, if Zhou Yuwen weren't strong enough, how could he be so happy, reborn?
Then there would be no Ferrari, no Jeep that could be replaced at any time.
What seemed like a trip across the United States for the two of them,
