"What I mean is, Mumu, you look good in anything. Of course...even better without anything," someone explained.
His explanation was worse than no explanation at all. Xu Chaomu's mouth twitched, and the smile of the saleswoman standing aside widened even more.
"Shut up!"
Xu Chaomu glared at her angrily and, ignoring him, stood up and walked towards the mirror in high heels.
These shoes were truly beautiful, just as beautiful as the pair he had given her five years ago.
Only, those shoes and that dress... she wondered where they had gone...
Her eighteenth birthday.
That performance, that piano melody... The memories of being eighteen were filled with pain, wistfulness, and purity.
She stood in front of the mirror, vainly walking back and forth; she really did like these shoes.
But before she had walked far, Shen Chi pressed on her shoulders, urging her to sit down: "You can't walk any more, you're still carrying the baby."
