Leng Youchen knew very well that she seldom cared about her appearance, and her worries were definitely not about aging. As the engagement day drew nearer, he could sense her helplessness in struggling against fate, leading to her feeling so disheartened.
Indeed, it's tough for her.
"Hey, your girlfriend is feeling really down. Can't you say some sweet words to cheer her up?" Wei Anning pouted with dissatisfaction. She knew she was being unreasonable, but only this way could she temporarily forget all her worries.
Leng Youchen raised his brows with a smile, "Come over here to me. Whatever sweet words you want, I'll give you plenty."
Wei Anning: "..."
"You don't care about me at all. I've really got fine lines. It's scary when a woman gets old." Wei Anning shivered imagining herself looking old and frail.
Oh dear, stop thinking about it.
