Xue Changqing followed her out, boldly and excitedly wrapping his arm around her waist. Xia Yanyan wanted to refuse, but considering she needed something from him, she didn't move the hand he placed on her waist.
"Yanyan, shall I take you to the hospital?"
Xia Yanyan shook her head and smiled gently, "Hmm."
Xue Changqing drove her to the hospital, gripping the steering wheel with one hand, while the other hand clasped hers, bringing it to his lips, kissing it, holding it against his cheek. He couldn't bear to let go.
This was the goddess he had adored for so many years, the goddess he thought he could never have in his life. Now his lifelong muse and yearning sat in his car, allowing him to hold her hand. It felt like a dream.
Xue Changqing's heart surged with excitement.
Even though he couldn't win against Ye Junqing or Harry Perry, in the end, she was his, destined to be his—this was a heavenly match.
