"Xingyan, did you see that? Xixia is obviously lying. Her face turned red, and I know whenever she lies, her earlobes turn red because she rarely lies." Yu Tingting pouted as she watched Shang Xixia delicately walk away, muttering adorably to herself.
"I know, we've been together for so many years, knowing each other this long, how could I not understand what Xixia is thinking? But Tingting, love is something one experiences on their own. As friends and besties, we should just clarify the pros and cons, because our rationality is only for Xixia's reference. Ultimately, whatever decisions she makes, she has to listen to her own heart. Even the best friends can't make choices for her, you know?"
Turning her head, Zhou Xingyan's expression was very gentle. She slightly pursed her lips, a shallow dimple appearing in the morning sun, rippling like the heart of a lily. The petite woman reached out a hand as white as porcelain, and took the bag from Yu Tingting's left hand.
