"I understand," Qin Shiran nodded with satisfaction. It seems that Xixi has good taste, and her judgment is still reliable. Such four words hold much more credibility than those long, nauseating oaths one might hear.
Or perhaps, for Qin Shiran, if Sheng Jingyi were to make such a lengthy oath, she would be even more reluctant to entrust her treasure to someone else's care.
She is the only one!
When Ling Xi changed her clothes and stepped out, the first thing that struck her ears was this vow-like phrase.
She is the only one, huh! If that's the case, then as long as his heart does not change, she too, will only belong to him!
…
"Xixi, come down for breakfast," Qin Shiran hurriedly waved her over upon hearing footsteps on the stairs. The conversation between the future son-in-law had come to an end; after all, Qin Shiran had received the assurance she needed to hear, and that was enough.
"Mom," Ling Xi called out warmly as she sat down next to Qin Shiran.
