Although they had only lived for 17 years, they still had a long time ahead of them.
"Yeah, I think so too." Mu Xiaoxiao's heart felt sweet as she listened to his sweet words.
In fact, Yin Shaojie wasn't being romantic.
He was only talking about his thoughts at the moment.
He really felt that a few decades was too short. He was willing to carry her for a few hundred years, as if he would never be tired.
Just like that, the two of them walked over to the crowd with pink bubbles around them.
Young master Zhao found someone to drag his half-broken new car away.
Upon seeing Yin Shaojie and mu Xiaoxiao acting so lovey-dovey, she almost spat out blood from her heart.
If he had known that Yin Shaojie had changed his profession and become a wife slave, he would never have dared to say such things.
However, it was too late to say anything now.
There was no medicine for regret in this world.