To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

But back then, she didn't care about Spring Festival couplets at all.

He assumed he bought it to put up in his house and threw it aside without even looking at it.

However, even if she had known it was written by him back then, she wouldn't have given it a second glance, because at that time she didn't care at all; she only cared about watches, face cream, and expensive clothes...

Looking back now, it really hurts.

I vaguely remember that one year, the couplet he sent me had the horizontal inscription "Years are like spring" and another year it had the inscription "Years are long".

The reason she remembered these two couplets was because he always put the couplets on top of the package. When she wanted to get the things below, she had to move the couplets first. She usually just threw them aside, and the couplets would inevitably fall apart. Since the horizontal scroll had few words, she could see all of them at a glance. When she asked him about the couplets he wrote, she felt they were strange when she saw them. Who writes the horizontal scroll like that? Aren't they usually just auspicious words?

Looking back now, it really does seem like it was written specifically for her...

However, he did not send any couplets back this Spring Festival.

Why is this?

In just a few seconds, her eyes had changed rapidly.

When she looked up at Gu Juncheng again, her eyes were bright, with a liquid shimmering in them.

"Auntie? What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" Zhiyuan asked cautiously.

Lin Qingping smiled and said, "No, I was just thinking about something. By the way, did you have this much homework in kindergarten? Did you have homework every day?"

Zhiyuan hesitated for a moment, then said, "Yes."

Then, I went back to doing my homework.

Lin Qingping held a slice of watermelon in her hand, and images from her past and present lives kept flashing through her mind. After a long time, the slice of watermelon remained in her hand, unchanged. She hadn't taken a bite of it, and the way she held it hadn't changed either.

It wasn't until Gu Juncheng took the watermelon from her hand that she snapped out of her daze.

Looking at the watermelon in Gu Juncheng's hand, Lin Qingping felt embarrassed. Her loss of composure was too obvious. If Gu Juncheng asked her what she was daydreaming about, she wouldn't even be able to speak.

Could it be that she was reborn and that in her previous life she only harbored resentment towards him?

"I...I remembered something, I'm going to take a shower first." She hurriedly got up from her seat and went upstairs.

Gu Juncheng sat in the seat she had sat in, and it was his turn to ponder.

Zhiyuan looked at it again and again, and finally couldn't help but whisper, "Uncle, is there any glue on this chair?"

Gu Juncheng's eyes flickered as he looked at him.

Zhiyuan stuck out his tongue. "Then, whoever sits here, you or your aunt, will be stuck to her and won't be able to move?"

Gu Juncheng raised his hand, pretending to tap him, but only gave him a light tap on the top of his head. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "You also noticed that your aunt is acting strangely today?"

“That’s right! Anyone with eyes can see it!” Zhiyuan said.

Gu Juncheng remained silent.

"Uncle, did you make her angry?" Zhiyuan asked mysteriously.

"Little brat, what do you know!" Gu Juncheng flicked his nose. "How could it not be that you made her angry?"

"Impossible!" Zhiyuan shook his head. "I'm such a good girl! Besides, she got angry after you came back from the Wu family. Either you made her angry, or something happened in the Wu family that made her angry!"

Gu Juncheng's face grew even darker.

As he stood up, Zhiyuan said behind him, "Uncle, are you going to take a shower too?"

Gu Juncheng: ...

Zhiyuan looked bewildered. "Your aunt is washing upstairs, so you can wash downstairs?"

He genuinely meant well by reminding Uncle Gu why he looked so unhappy.

Gu Juncheng's face was dark and gloomy, clearly showing his displeasure. Zhiyuan noticed it, and so did Sister Zhao.

After they both went upstairs, Sister Zhao quietly asked Zhiyuan, "Did you have a fight?"

Nobody wants their family members to argue. When they do, everyone gets nervous, no matter who they are.

Zhiyuan sighed helplessly, "Maybe."

It's something that everyone can see, but Lin Qingping didn't.

Perhaps it was because Gu Juncheng's face was always so serious, or perhaps Lin Qingping was completely absorbed in her own thoughts tonight; in any case, Lin Qingping didn't notice anything unusual about Gu Juncheng.

On the contrary, she herself was deeply moved.

She turned off the lights early and lay quietly in bed.

When Gu Juncheng came in, he thought she was already asleep, so he tiptoed onto the bed and lay down next to her.

However, before she could even settle down, a warm, soft body rolled into his arms.

He froze for a moment, but the person in his arms clung to him even tighter.

"Weren't you asleep?" He hugged her and pulled her closer into his arms.

Lin Qingping didn't say anything, but just rubbed her face against his chest.

“Gu Juncheng,” she suddenly asked him, “if someone writes to you sentences like ‘the years are like springtime’ and ‘the years are long,’ what would that mean?”

Gu Juncheng was taken aback. "Was it...written by someone? To you?"

"No, I was just asking. Didn't I say 'if'?"

Gu Juncheng was silent for a while, then said, "Of course, I hope to be with this person for a long time, and that our days will be warm and peaceful."

Lin Qingping fell silent.

Seeing that she remained silent, Gu Juncheng stopped speaking and simply held her quietly in the darkness.

After a while, he felt that the chest of his vest was a little damp.

He focused his attention, and sure enough, he wasn't mistaken; her body trembled slightly.

She is crying...

"Lin Qingping?" He wanted to pull her out and see her face.

But she held on so tightly that the harder he pulled, the more she clung to him.

He was afraid of hurting her, so he eventually gave up and let her cry on his chest.

After a long silence, the person in her arms sobbed, "Gu Juncheng, let's spend many years together, making our days as beautiful as spring all year round, okay?"

This sudden emotion...

Gu Juncheng was caught off guard. However, before he could respond, he felt something wet on his chin.

The woman who had been crying in his arms suddenly lifted her face and kissed his chin, the corner of his lips, and his cheek.

Their kisses were haphazard and disorderly, only making the night more chaotic.

"Lin Qingping..." he called her name.

She neither agreed nor stopped, but continued kissing.

He reached out and cupped her face in his hands; in the darkness, her eyes remained as bright as stars.

"Lin Qingping, look carefully, I am Gu Juncheng."

This time, she leaned in and kissed his lips directly.

Immediately, he responded with fiery passion.

This night is destined to be a night of fire.

More than just warm like spring...

The next morning, Zhiyuan looked at the two people who had been arguing the night before, now sitting at the dinner table, glancing at each other with such intense, sticky eyes that they seemed inseparable, like maltose. He was a little confused.

The adult world is so complicated!

Gu Juncheng could only stay at home for one night each time he went home, and he had to return to school on Sunday night.

This weekend ended with a brief reunion. On Monday morning, Lin Qingping took Zhiyuan to kindergarten again.

After Zhiyuan waved goodbye to Lin Qingping, he had just sat down in his chair when someone pulled it out of his hand.