Gu Ningyue looked at Ling Tianyou's face; heaven truly favored him greatly. Wherever Ling Tianyou was, everyone else seemed to be mere defects in comparison.
And she, from a certain perspective, was like heaven's personally chosen lucky one.
After all, having such a wealthy, handsome, and capable person as a boyfriend was something everyone dreamed of but couldn't obtain.
But sometimes, Gu Ningyue still had fleeting moments of bewilderment.
How long could she be with Ling Tianyou? Would there be a day when her soul, under certain circumstances, would leave this mortal body?
What should she do then?
Thinking of this, a chill surged through Gu Ningyue's body.
After taking a sip of the white wine already poured on the table, Gu Ningyue regained a bit of composure: "Let's not talk about these depressing things, let's talk about something interesting instead!"
