Shi Qingluo held Xiao Hanzheng's arm and went to the new house to have a look.
There was a black goose following behind them.
It was already evening and the sun was about to set, so there weren't many people walking around in the village.
Hence Shi Qingluo held her husband's arm so intimately along the way.
Xiao Hanzheng also enjoyed such moments.
So, although he was helpless, he still allowed his little wife to have such a big goose.
Seeing that his new home was already half-built, a smile unconsciously appeared in his eyes.
In this lifetime, he finally had a real home.
His mother, younger brother and sister were still alive, and he had a smart and clingy little wife.
Cough cough, there was also a big goose.
He was feeling hopeful and confident about his future.
The loneliness and darkness of his previous life seemed to slowly dissipate in his heart.
