Song Yunuan stared at Gu Huai'an and frankly expressed her thoughts.
"I'm not afraid of other people's objections or questions. The world is so big, there's nowhere I can't go, and I'll live well wherever I am."
Gu Huai'an, of course, believed in the truth of Song Yunuan's words.
He said, "I know you're capable, and you can live freely and happily anywhere, but do you have the heart to leave these people behind?"
Song Yunuan moved forward slightly, with a box between them; at this moment, Gu Huai'an had already wrapped this antique-filled box back to its original state.
Song Yunuan might have the strength, but she lacked the patience for such meticulous work.
So it was Gu Huai'an who had opened and carefully checked each one before wrapping them up again cautiously and meticulously.
Song Yunuan propped her chin in her hands and lay on the box, watching Gu Huai'an without blinking.
A man focused on his work is indeed the most handsome.
