The plane ascended, and eventually Song Xiangsi couldn't see the lights of Beijing. Tears rolled down her face again.
Through them, she vaguely saw the Song Xiangsi from eight years ago, in a white dress and braided pigtails. In front of the bright and handsome Xu Jiamu, she stared at the credit card in his hands. She bit the corner of her lips helplessly and uncomfortably for a long while before she eventually shut her eyes and gave a gentle nod. "Alright, I'm with you."
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The day Qiao Anxia was discharged from the hospital, the city of Beijing had become warm.
Early in the morning, Chen Yang and Mother Qiao had started to help pack. The two sisters had said they'd meet that day at the Qiao family home, but seeing as how big Qiao Anhao’s belly had gotten, Lu Jinnian decided it'd be better if he accompanied her, so he went to the hospital to pick her up.
