As soon as He Jinxia remembered Tony's intoxicated expression while speaking, she knew Fashion Week was no small matter, and it held unusual significance for her, it's just—
She shook her head with some regret, "I have to film, and all my schedule before the New Year has been arranged for the crew, I can't make time to go."
From the corner of his eye, Sheng Yan caught her wistful look and said without thinking, "It's okay, if you can't make it in February, there's also September."
He Jinxia paused, her eyes flickering, and she tilted her head slightly, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips, "Do you mean, come September, you'll invite me to the show again?"
Sheng Yan delivered a word with utmost calmness, detachment, and without any flaw, "Yeah."
The smile on He Jinxia's lips spread even wider.
Seeing her smile from the corner of his eye, Sheng Yan felt a sense of urgency for the first time in his life, and it felt a bit awkward.