The smell left by the sweet fruit was completely curled up by his lips and tongue.

Dongzhi was bitten and had to push the hand that pressed against his chest, "Don't bite..."

After protesting, the vague ending sound was swallowed into his stomach again.

...

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the hotel waiter brought a bouquet of flowers and a packaged item.

Seeing that the person who called the front desk to leave a message was Mr. Xilin, Dongzhi accepted it and thanked him.

When I opened it, I saw a painting.

Dong Zhi immediately smiled: "This was drawn by the teacher himself."

Chen asked, "How do you know?"

"The teacher likes to draw very much, except for the violin. When he has time, he often writes by himself, and his family has many of his own paintings." Dong Zhi coughed and secretly dismantled the table. "Once again, the teacher invited several painters to his home and said that they would like to appreciate his works. Those gentlemen thought he was going to perform violin music, but who knew that they were asking them to see his paintings... Later, no painter dared to visit my teacher's house."

Chen heard what she said, lowered his eyes and looked at it carefully. The painting in front of him was indeed very average.

Dongzhi complained without mercy, but he carefully put away the painting and prepared to take it back to his country.

The painting was not good, but not everyone gave it to me. Adaberg Cylin is famous for being generous to those whom he likes.

And the bouquet of flowers, Chen inserted it into the vase and replaced the original bouquet of the hotel.

There is also a card inside, which is handwritten by Mr. Xilin.

The content is not long, only two short sentences in English:

"Happy wedding, winter.

May you be happy all your life.”

Signature:

"Your eternal teacher and friend."

Dongzhi didn't dare to rub the words on the card hard, although he knew that the ink scar had already dried up.

"...In fact, Mr. Xilin's paintings are pretty good." She whispered.

A faint smile appeared in Chen's eyes, he took a step forward, held her shoulder and hugged her into his arms.

Outside the window, the sunset in New York is reflected on the exterior walls of the tall buildings, sparkling golden.

After nine years of separation, more than 3,280 days and more than 78,800 hours, he is now standing here and joining her in the city where she once lived.

Time and distance, the gap can eventually be leveled.

Chen bowed his head and pecked her cheek lightly.
Chapter completed!