Xiao Qingyu smiled calmly, his scholarly elegance laced with a touching hint of humor, "The day you accepted the pinwheel is also the day we are destined to meet again, no need to rush."
He would wait patiently.
Rong Sheng, this woman whose medical skills were extraordinary and whose beauty was ethereal, he was determined to win her affection and take her as his wife, to not live this life in vain.
In the clinic, Rong Sheng had finished a day of consultations and rubbed her forehead wearily.
By her side, the little girl who could now walk steadily came up with a towel, stood on tiptoes, and called out sweetly, "Mommy, wipe."
Turning around to look at her, Rong Sheng's face, cool as a fairy's, blossomed into a gentle smile.
She bent down cooperatively to let the towel in the child's hand touch her face.
Little Rong Xi finished wiping her face and then quietly smiled at Rong Sheng, "Mommy, so beautiful! So beautiful!"
