Looking at this man with his exquisitely handsome features, as if painted in ink, wearing those absurdly cute cat ears to cheer her up, Yan Xinxin couldn't help but feel like laughing, yet also deeply cherished.
"Baby, stop reading, won't you look at your husband instead?"
Yan Xinxin extended a finger and gently poked Mo Chuxi's cheek.
"I look at you very seriously every single day."
"Really?"
He curved his lips into a faint smile, leaning his striking face close to hers.
"Then, has my face been etched deeply in your heart?"
"Of course."
Yan Xinxin answered without hesitation, her fingers softly tracing the contours of his brows and features.
"Even if I close my eyes, I can draw you perfectly."
"That deeply?"
"Mhm."
Yan Xinxin smiled proudly.
"If that's the case, then I'm not afraid of you forgetting me. Even if we're seventy or eighty years old, I want you to remember me this deeply, okay?"
