Not far away, a staff member pushed open the door of the reception room, and Leng Xiaoye led Gan Yuan inside, following which the door gently closed behind her.
Stopping before the window, Leng Xiaoye elegantly turned around.
"Sit!"
"I'm fine standing." Gan Yuan said.
"I believe, you also know that I didn't really have you come to help me with the dress." Leng Xiaoye took a step closer to her, dark eyes meeting hers, "I only have one question."
"Please ask."
"Do you... truly love my son?"
Gan Yuan didn't immediately answer, but instead took a deep breath, contemplated for a moment, then lifted her face to look at her once again.
"I certainly don't love him as much as you do, but, I think... I can give him a happiness that others cannot."
Leng Xiaoye watched her for a moment, her voice sincere as she spoke.
