The solemn and vicissitudinal voice was like a sharp sword, tearing a hole in the warmth that had just sprung up in Xia Yiwan's heart.
"I understand, thank you," Xia Yiwan responded gently, taking a sip of air.
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At the Chu's house
Dressed in a light pink house dress, Chu Yasi curled her legs and sat on the sofa, idly playing with her phone.
"Sisi, your milk is ready, drink it while it's hot," said the affluent-looking woman sitting next to Chu Yasi in a gentle voice.
"Thank you, mom," happily thanked Chu Yasi, before locking her eyes on her iPad again.
She was viewing the pieces created by world-renowned wedding gown designers.
Chu's mother glanced at the content on the iPad and laughed joyfully, "Sisi, have you decided where you will hold your wedding?
"That's up to brother Mo, I'll listen to his decision," Chu Yasi answered, her eyes filled with happiness.
Grandpa Si had already told her that the only reason Si Mo was with Xia Yiwan was to torment her.
