Her emotions were in turmoil, "Gong Beiyao... I never knew... you could also... design wedding dresses."
He said, "There's a lot you don't know. But it doesn't matter, you can slowly find out." That way there'll be surprises.
Sheng Qianxia's eyes shimmered with a faint light.
Gong Beiyao...
Why must you be so good?
You're so good...
And yet, I can only fail you.
Thinking this way, she felt a deep ache, a sharp pain, a poignant sadness, a suffocating feeling...
I really want to like you, just a little bit more than the last second.
I really want to like you, for a little bit longer than this moment.
"Qianqian? What are you thinking about?" Gong Beiyao, seeing she hadn't spoken, asked her this.
"I want to go to Ten Miles of Red Makeup," Sheng Qianxia said.
"You should rest."
She hadn't really rested since last night until now; even if the baby could endure it, she couldn't.
