"I know," Qin Yang interrupted him and went to the cafeteria with his food tray.
Bai Xiaoming shook his head as he watched his retreating figure. Getting married really changes a man. If it were in the past, when would Mr. Qin inquire about taking leave for holidays?
...
The autumn wind rustled the leaves, producing a whooshing sound.
The sunlight was bright, and the azure sky seemed freshly washed.
Yet, before Qin Yang's eyes, everything seemed shrouded in fog, unclear.
Suddenly, a pleasant voice came from ahead, the unique tone of a woman that brought comfort and made one feel at ease.
"Here are your buns, take care."
"Madam, buying buns again, five of them? Alright."
"Sir, you're early. How were yesterday's buns? Wanting so many again today, please wait."
...
A smile inadvertently curved Qin Yang's lips; his Lin Chuxia always had such an infectious effect, her voice could always gently soothe one's emotions, no matter when.
