***
The two sat on a nearby bench, facing the river.
Under the soft moonlight, the shimmering river surface was covered in a faint white mist, gently swaying, looking very peaceful and beautiful.
Qiao Chutian wrapped Mai Xiaomai in his arms, their fingers tightly intertwined.
"Honey, ever since we got married, we rarely have the chance to enjoy such leisurely dates."
Qiao Chutian kissed her hairline with some guilt and said, "We got married first and fell in love later. I promised you before that we would enjoy the dating process together, but we haven't been able to, which really wrongs you."
"Aren't we enjoying the feeling of being in love every day?"
Mai Xiaomai looked up at him and asked.
"Hmm."
Qiao Chutian pinched her nose and, seeing her somewhat lazy and tired, let her lie down with her head resting on his lap.
Mai Xiaomai lay down with her head on his lap, facing him.
"This way, it feels like those young people in love."
