What exactly is love?
Wang Jixuan couldn't help but ponder this question.
Is it the sense of security when two people are together, or the slight ripple in the heart when their eyes unintentionally meet; is it the infatuation with this feeling, or maybe just the play of hormones?
Undoubtedly, he enjoyed this feeling.
Their first long embrace in the slowly ascending Ferris wheel;
Riding a carousel, one after the other, in a forever unattainable chase;
And that grassy slope they discovered by chance, where Lingtong lay inclined against his leg, his left hand naturally covering her shoulder, watching the clouds in the sky that looked like clusters of cotton, with nothing to think about and nothing to worry about, he suddenly felt that his lifelong pursuit was nothing more than this.
Wang Jixuan carefully savored this wonderful mental state.
Lingtong's graceful figure and pretty face lingered in his eyes.
There was a hint of desire, but it was a proper want;
