The expansive dining room, the long dining table draped with a white tablecloth, came into Ji Anning's view, and her heart gave a fierce tug.
"This dining table looks so old-fashioned, switch it with a white one, the long type suited for a candlelight dinner."
"Okay!"
Although she had only spent those brief few days here, memories were everywhere.
Those days had been the only time in their romance when they had let go of all mental burdens and were together carefree, indulging in unrestrained sweetness, coziness, coquetry, and pampering.
Memories always hit unexpectedly, fiercer and crueler than floods or wild beasts.
Ji Anning couldn't help the sourness welling in her eyes and lowered her head.
The little one by her side had spotted the feast from afar, and now approaching the table, her view obstructed, she grew anxious, tiptoed, and stretched her arms out, "Mommy, hug, hug."
