"The surname's Chen, right?"
"That's right."
As a cold electronic voice announced, "Retrieval successful," a light express box appeared in Chen Yuan's arms.
'It's so light?'
Chen Yuan hefted it a couple of times, instantly thinking it might be an article of clothing, or perhaps a scrapbook filled with photos.
If it was clothes, it had to be one of those adorable couple's outfits! The kind with super childish graphics—two words and an arrow.
"My Boyfriend →" "← My Girlfriend"
Jiang Yao had said she wanted to buy a set.
That way, when they walked side-by-side down the street, they could openly bask in the envious gazes of others.
They would never again have to deal with utterly absurd situations like someone asking, "Excuse me, sir, is this your auntie?"
'And if it was the scrapbook...'
At this thought, Chen Yuan got back on his electric scooter, a smile he could no longer contain spreading across his face.
