Gu Qingxin was holding a drawing board, painting. When she saw him come in, she put down the board, "You're back."
"Mm, why aren't you sleeping yet?" Beiming Han walked over, got on the bed, and hugged her.
"I can't sleep." Gu Qingxin hesitated for a moment, gently wrapping her hands around his waist. Perhaps this was the last time she would be with him.
Let her be greedy one last time, to enjoy the warmth of his embrace.
"Ah Han, will you talk with me?" Gu Qingxin rested her head on his chest, her heart surging, unable to calm down.
"Alright." Beiming Han kissed her forehead, holding her tighter.
"Let me tell you about my childhood." Gu Qingxin knew he didn't speak much, so if he didn't want to talk, she would.
"I'd like to hear it." Beiming Han looked down at her.
"When I was a child, I was a very active kid, more so than boys, but my mother wanted me to be more ladylike, so she always made me learn piano, ballet…"
