Lin Niannian never thought that Shen Mochen, her aloof ex-boyfriend after breaking up in a cold war, would shrink into a seven-year-old baby overnight.
He would call her "Nian Nian" with wet eyes, hold her hand, hug her, and ask her to feed her. When she was sad, he would hold her face with his little chubby hands and say seriously, "Nian Nian has me."
She thought she was a temporary guardian, but she didn't expect that from the age of seven to the age of twenty-seven, from the young heartbeat to the reunion after a long separation, this man could accurately grasp her heart no matter what he looked like.
Later, Shen Mochen returned to his original appearance, wearing a suit and leather shoes, with full aura, but he would still hug her and act coquettishly: "Nian Nian, hug me again like you did when you were a child."
Lin Niannian sighed helplessly: "Shen Mochen, are you seven or twenty-seven?"
He lowered his head and kissed her with a gentle voice: "No matter how old I am, I will always be yours, Chen Chen, and I will only stick to you."
