He looks so handsome, yet she feels so disheveled. Please forgive a nursing young mother. Although she thinks she must be a hot mom, during the breastfeeding period, she wears the loosest underwear, the loosest clothes, and her hair is casually tied up, looking sloppy in front of a husband who intentionally dressed up and looks stunning. How could she not feel that, damn, how important appearance really is.
If there's a big event to announce, should she go back and change an outfit?
She suddenly thinks of the dressing room at home.
At both ends of the long bridge, white roses are in full bloom.
Like confiding, yet like mourning.
Mu Liang holds Qiao Xia's hand as they walk across the long bridge, arriving at the third floor terrace of the castle. On the terrace, flowers cover the ground, trees adorned with lights, sparkling brightly, like a dreamlike world.
