After breakfast, Gu Qian didn't go to work. She and Mo Beichen waited in the living room for the staff measuring sizes. Mo Beichen handed her a beautifully crafted album, "Help me pick some styles."
Gu Qian pretended to be indifferent, but when the cold, hard back cover of the album pressed into her palm, her heart ached with a sharp pain. Just the thought of helping Mo Beichen choose an engagement outfit made her wish she could disappear immediately.
Mo Beichen was holding another album with women's styles. Seeing Gu Qian's dazed expression, he felt a twinge of reluctance. He almost took the album from her, saying forget it, but he held back.
He didn't want to upset her, but if he didn't push her, she might shrink back into her shell.
Mo Beichen went through much trouble to gauge her reaction.
"What's wrong?" Seeing her staring at the cover without flipping through the album, Mo Beichen deliberately said, "Not fond of this style? Then choose another one."
