The night in Provence was serene, and the night sky was not as pitch-black as the one over Liang City; instead, it had a certain transparency. Stars littered the sky, twinkling in harmony with the vast swathes of purple lavender below, as if one were enveloped in an entire world of purple, its beauty made one's heart race.
At this moment, Ling Chuxia's heart was indeed racing, but not because of the breathtaking scenery; it was due to the confession she was about to make to Shi Che.
Although she had made up her mind and would not shrink back, vowing to bravely face what was to come, she still felt somewhat apprehensive. She did not know how Shi Che would react upon hearing the news of her infertility.
Her mind was cluttered with all kinds of wild thoughts, and unable to settle down at the swing, she stood up and began pacing back and forth. Her phone was tightly gripped in her hand, her fingertips turning slightly pale from the force.
