It was a photo of Xia Xiaodie.
In the photo, Xia Xiaodie had just turned 18 years old. Although she and her mother relied on each other, her mother loved her very much. On the day she turned 18, her mother bought her a pink bubble-sleeved dress, the floor was filled with flickering candlelight. Xia Xiaodie squatted on the ground. Her three thousand silky black hair was like snow. Her two small hands were pressed together, and the long, slender feathers that hung like the wings of a butterfly and a cicada were making a wish.
Gu Yilin looked at the girl in the photo. He had seen her a few times. He knew how cold-hearted this girl was, but she was so soft in the photo.
Gu Yilin suddenly thought, what did the 18-year-old girl make a Wish For?
She should have prayed... that there would be a man... who could protect her, someone like him.
That day on the private yacht, Qing Guo was right. If she were to fall in love with him, he could give her everything.
