Faint cries and laughter of a woman occasionally floated through the air.
On the small lake, a man and a woman in ice skates were gliding over the surface.
Lu Xiao had known how to skate since he was very young, including skiing, and it often snowed in Beijing during winter, while Wen Xian had never skated before.
When she was a child, even affording meals was difficult, and being scolded and beaten was common. Although she had seen others skate, she had only ever watched.
Because that was something she could never dream of, nor did she have anyone to play with.
As an adult, busy with work and so many serious matters, where was there ever plenty of opportunities? There were things she felt, if you couldn't have them as a child, then you simply lost desire for them as you grew up.
But now—
Wen Xian wore ice skates, clumsily sliding on the ice, inching along, hands tightly gripping Lu Xiao's as she screamed whenever she moved. It was rare to see a slight smile on Lu Xiao's lips.
