He had countless ways to make girls happy, whether it was celebrating a birthday on a yacht, filling a house with flowers, or appearing in front of her on a white horse like a prince on Christmas.
Until now, every time he thought of that night in the square, the image of her leaning on his back on the horse, his chest felt so tight he could hardly breathe.
Could it be that his Qiqi, without him realizing it, no longer belonged to him, no longer depended on him?
Liang Shaochen's words made Xia Xiaonuan shudder violently.
She suddenly looked up, her eyes fixed on Liang Shaochen.
"I didn't!" she said loudly, tears streaming from her eyes. He actually doubted her, misunderstood her like this.
Did everything she insisted on mean nothing?
Liang Shaochen looked at the tears on her face, his handsome brows furrowed, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
