"This..."
Why did she always feel like something was not quite right? She couldn't bear to refuse but saying yes seemed off somehow. A twenty-something-year-old woman accepting a diamond ring, and a pigeon's egg at that, from a three-year-old kid—what was this all about?
Ye Nuanxi's heart was all over the place, and she immediately lost her resolve. With no other choice, she turned to Han Kekou for advice, "Kekou, should I accept this thing?"
"Yes, why shouldn't you?"
In such a situation, as her bestie, Han Kekou was ready to betray her at any moment. There was no helping it; the buyer was just too perfect for her, "How can you not accept a token of love from your son?"
Ye Nuanxi: "..."
"A token of love?" Ye Nuanxi looked at Han Kekou incredulously, a twitch in the corner of her eye, "Are you telling me to marry Little Xingchen?"
"Love can be familial, too. Where is your mind going, Nuannuan? How can you even think that way about such a little kid?"
