"Why would I gnaw on a dirt steamed bun when I have such delicious seafood right before my eyes?" Qiao Xiaomai couldn't help but roll her eyes.
"Seafood may be fresh, but coming from the mountains, you're more suited to homemade foods like steamed buns for your stomach," Tong Sanlang said, turning to look at her.
She was still dressed to the nines today, with a golden step shake on her head and wearing gorgeous silk dresses, and she had even put on a little makeup, making her cheeks whiter than usual.
At this moment, the setting sun draped her in a layer of gold.
The sea breeze blew, and her black hair fluttered with it, making her appear noble and unapproachable.
A pain shot through his heart, and he became anguished once more.
He shouldn't neglect her just because she was hopelessly committed to him.
With her temperament, even if she loved him to her very marrow, she could let go and leave.