In the garden, there was an old tree, with a swing underneath it. It looked somewhat ancient, just like the one Mu Yan had seen in the photos.
Her hand gently caressed the swing, as if to wipe away the traces of time and bring everything back to many years ago.
Jiang Jingheng, seeing her intention, took out a tissue and wiped the swing clean.
Mu Yan sat down naturally, her mind flashing back to those scenes from her dreams.
Mom would push her higher, each time higher than the last. She was both scared and delighted, filled with laughter and joy.
Suddenly, the swing moved.
Mu Yan turned around to see Jiang Jingheng pushing it, and smiled, "I'm already this old, how could I still let someone push me on a swing."
"In my eyes, you'll always be a child," Jiang Jingheng chuckled lightly, "Besides, I enjoy it very much."
It seemed like this way, he also partook in her childhood.
Mu Yan pouted, unable to resist retorting, "But you didn't treat me like a child last night."
