"I always felt that I could change the world."
Shen Jing's belief has never wavered. Even though he had stumbled a lot since childhood, and later met the smelly and tough Lin Zhiyu, and went back and forth, he never wavered.
Lin Zhiyu helped him tuck in the quilt. His face under the dim bedside lamp was a bit unclear. Shen Jing tried hard to see his face clearly, but she was pushed into the quilt. The quilt that had been dried yesterday had a reassuring warm smell.
"Don't move around, you'll catch a cold." The voice was a little helpless.
"Why are you avoiding my words? Am I wrong?" Shen Jing was a little unconvinced, but she still huddled in the quilt and didn't dare to move. Even though she was indoors and the heating was on, it was still not as comfortable as the body temperature of the person next to her. He rubbed Lin Zhiyu and said, "Hey, talk, Mr. Aristotle?"
Lin Zhiyu put down the book in her hand helplessly, lowered her head to kiss his forehead and eyes. Shen Jing narrowed her eyes comfortably, exposed her whole head from the quilt, and raised her face for a kiss.
"You really have that ability... I have experienced it myself..."
Shen Jing smiled slyly, with a bit of childish pride, and wrapped her arms around Lin Zhiyu's neck.