After Yan Wen graduated, Mo Chengzhou left the company in his eldest sister's care and took Yan Wen on a trip around the world.
Over the course of a year, they admired magnificent landscapes and breathtaking scenery across the globe. They filled two or three photo albums, drawing a heart on the back of every photograph.
The plane cruised steadily above the clouds. There were only a dozen or so passengers in first class, and beyond the windows lay an even blanket of white clouds beneath the deep, dark blue sky.
Yan Wen turned his gaze from the window to Mo Chengzhou's face. His Mo Dog really was handsome. Even after four years, he hadn't tired of looking at him. If anything, he was more captivated than ever.
Noticing his gaze, Mo Chengzhou set down what he was holding and asked with a smile, "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Yan Wen propped his chin on one hand. "Because you're handsome. I've been looking at you for four years, and I'm still not tired of it. That face of yours. Tsk, tsk."
Mo Chengzhou raised an eyebrow. "Would I ever give you the chance to get tired of me?"
Although Mo Chengzhou had entered his thirties, his looks hadn't faded in the slightest. Instead, the passing years had only deepened his mature charm.
His hair was impeccably styled, and his eyes held the pride and commanding presence of a man used to being in charge. Yet whenever he looked at Yan Wen, only tenderness and love remained.
With age, Yan Wen's sweet-looking face had gained a sharper edge, though he still mostly looked gentle and well-behaved. Perhaps influenced by Mo Chengzhou, his eyes looked exactly like Mo Chengzhou's whenever he was angry, as if his gaze could pierce