Yan Xixi wasn't surprised by this result at all. She didn't ask a single question until Xu Xiaoya had slightly calmed down. Then she smiled and said, "Try the tremella soup I made."
There was a plate of fried rice made with olive oil, delicious braised chicken wings, and the tremella soup was exceptionally delicious. Xu Xiaoya had been hungry almost the entire day, so she ate and drank to her heart's content. Her spirits immediately lifted.
She put down her chopsticks and looked at Yan Xixi sitting across from her. Then she glanced around the small, exquisite living room. She realized that every turn of fate, every shred of warmth in her life, had all come from this woman. In this life, it was this woman who loved her the most.
She suddenly reached out and grabbed her hand. "Xixi, if you don't get married, I'll definitely stay with you for the rest of my life."
