Then, the two of them didn't even wipe the mud from the tips of their noses; instead, they continued to catch fish in the fields, a dot of mud adorning each of their noses.
Of course, while catching fish, they still remembered to exchange glances from time to time, each time they did, both would smile, just like before—one with a wide grin, the other with a barely visible one.
What made their hearts feel so sweet was the deep affection for each other that they saw in each other's eyes—every time they looked at each other, it was crystal clear how sweet, truly sweet it was.
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After catching forty pounds of fish, Xiao Changyi carried them back home. The fish were placed in two buckets with water, and although they were being carried, they still swam freely in the buckets.
An Jing walked beside Xiao Changyi empty-handed, chatting from time to time. Even if Xiao Changyi didn't respond to her, their atmosphere remained warm and natural.