Sometimes, a sentence could be hurtful.
Like now.
Mo Fei had always thought of herself as a machine. However, even a machine would learn how to sense other people's feelings as time passed.
Qian Yikun would hate her then.
Mo Fei: [When you come back, pick my wedding dress with me.]
Mrs. Gu: [Alright. As I said, you can't listen to a man on this matter.]
Mrs. Gu: [If you want to get married, you have to be the most beautiful bride.]
Ye Yuwei leaned against the door and looked at the siblings playing in the snow. Gu Juexi stood beside her and kept reminding Ye Xicheng to pay attention to his younger sister.
"There's simply no cure to you men's straight men cancer," Ye Yuwei said with disdain and showed Gu Juexi the wedding gown that Qian Yikun had chosen.
Gu Yuexi simply peered at it for a second before turning his attention back to his precious daughter.
"What kind of person do you think Mo Fei is?"
