The winter sun is always very warm, and there are some white-collar workers on the bench who take a lunch break, children playing and old people playing chess.

Lin Luo unconsciously fantasized about what he would look like when he got old, but unfortunately, she couldn't see it.

The two of them rarely enjoyed the sun so quietly, which also made her heart relax, a little drowsy, and her hands hugged his strong waist.

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