Such was the road ahead, and such was how it was going to be in her entire life.
If she couldn't overcome a challenge like this, how could she deal with the future ahead?
"Aren't women supposed to be frail?" said Song Xihua. He wasn't mocking women; men were born with better stamina, and women were naturally weaker. Those were the facts.
Doubtless, Yan Huan didn't take it as an insult either.
"I started my acting career as an extra," said Yan Huan. Her feet hurt, but she didn't stop walking.
"During that time, I had to move between around 10 sets every day. I guess that improved my stamina."
So that's why. Song Xihua gave Yan Huan an approving look, then walked on.
On the back by Zhou Zizhe, Fang Ying could feel her cheeks heating up, her heart fluttering. The heat from a man's body nearly set her face burning.
She didn't know whether it was okay for her to feel this way.
