Su Xingyu also laughed, "Little beauty? Mr. Ouyang, your aesthetic sense is really becoming more and more unique."
She touched the scar on her face, and her expression grew a bit somber.
Ouyang Yi looked at her and said, "You are always the most beautiful in my eyes." His voice was slightly hoarse. Standing on the lawn of the manor, the spring sunshine was peaceful and carried the scent of flowers in the gentle breeze. His handsome face was radiant, like the dream lover of countless girls, but his eyes only reflected her image.
She awkwardly tilted her head, changing the subject, "The little baby is doing well, showing some signs of miscarriage, but the doctors here are very skilled, as long as we take care, it should be alright."
"You must safely bring them into this world," he said.
Her heart was moved, and she said, "Thank you."
