Di Mingjue also saw the smile on Gu Qibao's face, and for a moment, he felt as if he had returned to many years ago, back to the time when he had just started with Gu Qibao.
Actually, besides being annoyed at her shrimp-like feistiness, he had a bit of fondness for the smile on her face, carefree but extremely delightful and infectious.
Just like now.
Di Mingjue stared, unknowingly captivated.
Under the sunlight, the sea breeze was just right, seagulls flying, the sky a vivid blue, and the sea equally blue; the wind brought a refreshing scent of saltwater, a bit fishy but surprisingly comforting.
Di Mingjue squinted his eyes slightly, watching Gu Qibao, who had been with him for years and would continue to accompany him forever.
She was his own, the mother of his child, intimately connected to him.
Thinking of this, his hardened heart softened instantly, and even his deep eyes filled with gentleness.
