Little dumpling, Tiramisu, and Mister Jing

It was a quiet and humid day for Mr. Jing Yanling, a young man who enjoyed living through his ordinary yet soothing lifestyle each and every sunny day and starry night. The tranquility and peacefulness of his hometown, with the subtle sounds of shallows and cicadas visiting passing by his garden, was immense bliss for young Mr. Jing.

He enjoyed reading novels of different genres and literary styles. He began to tease himself that he was but a cannon fodder, or rather a background character existing in this ever-changing and strange world he lived in.

Simple happiness of what he has now was enough for him though, so the thought didn't bother him much.

Even though he had never experienced the joys the protagonists had in the books, may they be from adventure to love, he didn't mind such little things.

"I am already living a happy life in solitude, I shouldn't ask for those far from my reach."

And so after turning over the last page of a book being held, he placed it back on the bookshelves. His seemingly far-fetched dreams did seem quite implausible for a moment.

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"Ah Yan, soon in time, I'll marry you. Although I am aware that I cannot express my love for you properly as other people do, Let me show that I am true to my words."

"I love you, dear Yanling."