Chapter 50

Sophie: “……”

The video phone at the entrance displayed the face of a young man. Despite the tricky angles of the camera and lighting, the impact of his appearance was undeniable. He claimed to be Shang Mingbao’s boyfriend, which was difficult for Sophie to question, given that it was well-known that both her young lady and her mother were hopelessly obsessed with appearances.

However, at this late hour, Sophie couldn’t just let him in without caution. As she pondered, the man on the screen took out his wallet from his jacket pocket and pulled out two cards, casually holding them up: “My driver’s license and ID card.”

Through the screen, Sophie carefully matched his face to the documents and then said thoughtfully, “Mr. Xiang, regardless of your relationship with Miss Shang, it’s quite late now. If there’s been any misunderstanding, I suggest discussing it tomorrow during the day when both parties are more clear-headed. Good night.”

Sophie ended the call, but the man outside the door remained, standing patiently. While he waited, he lit a cigarette and gave a gentlemanly nod to the camera, as if to tell Sophie that he wasn’t in a hurry.

Sophie shook her head and, recalling how distressed and pale Shang Mingbao had looked all night, gritted her teeth. She decided to take the elevator to the second floor and knocked on the door: “Miss?”

Shang Mingbao responded, and Sophie said, with a hesitant tone, “Mr. Xiang is here. He wants to see you.”

As soon as Sophie finished speaking, there was a loud crash from inside the room. The bedside tray and lamp had been knocked over as Shang Mingbao stumbled out of bed. She hurriedly slipped her feet into soft silk slippers and clumsily made her way forward.

The room was dreadfully large.

After a chaotic moment, the door was suddenly flung open to reveal Shang Mingbao’s flushed face: “Who? Who are you talking about?”

“Xiang Feiran,” Sophie replied. “He claims to be your—”

“He is, he is, he is!” Shang Mingbao kept nodding vigorously, using a series of affirmations to confirm his identity before dashing past Sophie and running downstairs.

“Wait, what are you wearing—”

Sophie put a hand to her forehead.

How could she go to meet someone in such a state! Not even her boyfriend should be treated like this!

Xiang Feiran had only smoked half of his cigarette and was still trying to figure out how to talk to her when he was suddenly embraced by a warm, fragrant body. With her skin exposed and the collision so forceful, if he hadn’t been steady on his feet, they might have both fallen down the stairs.

It was only after he felt her bump into him that he noticed the door swaying and Sophie, with a blank expression, standing next to an astonished maid.

Xiang Feiran wrapped his arms around her and gently asked, “Why aren’t you wearing any clothes?”

Shang Mingbao, on the verge of tears, asked, “What are you doing here?”

“You wanted to hit me, right?” Xiang Feiran extinguished the cigarette and hugged her tightly. “I was worried you’d be too upset to sleep well tonight.”

Sophie exchanged glances with the maid, signaling her to leave, and stood silently with a complex expression.

She had long known about the men coming and going at the 56th Street apartment.

She also knew that Shang Mingbao had someone new in her heart, someone far more important than the previous unworthy person.

Seeing it now, the inner turmoil she felt overwhelmed any outward expression she could muster.

How could it be… someone she had seen when she was sixteen? Could she really like him, and yet still have someone else take advantage of the situation later?

Sophie could only interpret it as fate, a twist of circumstances showing that sometimes, someone you might have overlooked turns out to be quite good.

She spoke up at the right moment: “Miss, it’s too cold outside. Let Mr. Xiang in first.”

Shang Mingbao’s long-held grievances burst forth, tears streaming as she coughed and sobbed.

Under Sophie’s watchful gaze, this unexpected visitor, who had watched over her since she was young, picked her up and carried her.

For God’s sake!

This was even more shocking than seeing her teenage daughter kissed by a blonde at church school in front of the Virgin Mary!

Sophie had no idea whether to perform first aid or cross herself. But, as a professional housekeeper, she took a deep breath and forced a very, very strong smile: “Mr. Xiang, please come this way.”

Shang Mingbao, with tearful eyes, commanded, “Go to the second floor.”

And then told Sophie, “You don’t need to come with us. We’re not having tea. Go to bed.”

Sophie: “……”

Her eyes, which had been frantically signaling, almost fell out of their sockets. She said gently and thoughtfully, “Miss, it’s late. Mr. Xiang is a guest, after all. How about I arrange a guest room for him, and you can talk in the morning?”

Shang Mingbao, seeming not to catch her hint, stubbornly shook her head, her cheeks wet with tears: “No.”

Sophie: “……”

Xiang Feiran realized that if he didn’t take action, this kind-hearted older woman might faint on the spot. He nodded to her: “I’ll have a brief chat and then leave.”

He didn’t waste time, going upstairs and placing Shang Mingbao on the ground. “Shall we?”

According to protocol, she should have taken him to the living room, but Shang Mingbao led him to a door adorned with a bow.

Below the bow was a metal plaque with a handwritten inscription: “babe’s room.”

This was something her father had written for her when she first started sleeping in her own room as a child, and she had taken it with her to every house she lived in around the world.

Xiang Feiran paused, cleared his throat, and asked quietly, “The bedroom?”

His own bedroom was open to her, but entering her private space felt more intimate and made his heart race.

Shang Mingbao nodded: “It’s the bedroom. There’s also a sofa inside.”

“That’s not ideal,” Xiang Feiran said, patting her on the head. “Don’t make things difficult for your housekeeper.”

Shang Mingbao pouted and stalled, “Then you come in and wait while I get dressed.”

After luring him inside, she regretted it.

The bedside area was in disarray. The faux fur blanket hung halfway off the bed, the round rug was displaced, and the tea cup and eye mask were scattered. The blue and white porcelain lamp had also fallen, but fortunately, the thick carpet prevented it from breaking.

Anyone with normal intelligence could see how urgently she had rushed downstairs.

Shang Mingbao’s face was downcast, with a blush spreading from her earlobes to the side of her neck.

No man could remain indifferent after witnessing this.

Xiang Feiran took a barely noticeable deep breath and gently closed the door behind him.

The click of the lock.

Shang Mingbao looked up to hear him say, “I’m not leaving; let’s talk here.”

His gaze was dim yet gentle, as if all the formalities and gentlemanly manners of a first visit had been swept away by his urgency.

It turned out he could also make her lose her composure.

Shang Mingbao didn’t understand why he suddenly changed his mind and only heard him say, “Come here, let me hug you.”

She walked over to him, quietly embracing him for a moment before lifting her head to ask for a kiss.

They hadn’t seen each other for five days.

His kiss, like his breath, was as cold as a deep winter night.

Shang Mingbao stopped breathing, extending her tongue to him and wrapping her arms around his neck. Her nightgown clung to her body with his movements, outlining her figure.

Inevitably, the kiss grew more passionate.

Xiang Feiran’s hand moved down from her hips and suddenly lifted her up, holding her in his arms.

His parka was very cold, making Shang Mingbao shiver slightly. She pinched the zipper with her fingertips, saying, “Your clothes are so cold.”

She wondered if Sophie would be shocked if she saw her taking off his clothes. Sophie was far more conservative than Wen Youyi, being a devout Catholic grandmother who believed that Shang Mingbao’s successful surgery was partly due to God’s intervention.

Xiang Feiran removed his coat, revealing only a plain white T-shirt underneath.

“Why are you wearing so little?” she couldn’t help asking. It was still the coldest season in New York.

“Afraid you’d wait too long,” Xiang Feiran said, pressing his lips to the side of her face.

“So… did you come by taxi?” She was focused on the wrong detail.

Xiang Feiran chuckled, “Wouldn’t that be daybreak if I came by bike?”

“Too expensive.”

“I can afford it.”

Shang Mingbao tilted her lips, “How much is left after paying for the taxi?”

Xiang Feiran considered the balance seriously and chose not to answer.

Both had classes and matters the next day, and there was no time to linger. Xiang Feiran decided to get straight to the point, holding her slender waist with both hands, and asked, “Where should we talk?”

“In bed?”

“…”

Shang Mingbao buried her face in his neck, “Even if you stay here tonight, it won’t make things worse, because they’re already at their peak.”

Xiang Feiran tapped her forehead, “No discussion.”

“Then in your arms,” she settled for the next best thing.

Xiang Feiran squinted at her for a while, “You don’t look like someone who’s so troubled she can’t sleep. Am I being deceived?”

“Not at all,” Shang Mingbao pouted. “I felt better when I saw you. I was crying just now, wasn’t I?”

They ended up sitting on the American-style sofa in the bedroom, with Shang Mingbao sitting on his lap and resting her head on his shoulder.

Xiang Feiran indeed got down to business right away, “Who sent the PDF? Have you found out?”

Shang Mingbao shook her head, “I didn’t check. The source is an anonymous email, and there are no names mentioned in the content. I can’t sue for defamation.”

The anonymous email was something Wu Baiyan had informed her about. He checked and said it couldn’t be traced. He also asked if the contents were true.

Shang Mingbao confirmed they were true, admitting she was a pretender and acted like a rich socialite.

Wu Baiyan was furious, “I meant what about that idiot you were involved with?”

“You didn’t see it said it was between first and second-tier stars? It’s a potential top actor, popular, with a TV series salary of 30 million.” Shang Mingbao corrected him.

Wu Baiyan sneered, his displeasure peaking, “What? Are you actually proud of it?”

Hearing Liao Yunuo’s brief mention of being deceived by a gay person was one thing; actually seeing the details she was infatuated with was another. He admitted he was very upset and made this call to hear her deny it herself. If she cried, he had planned how to comfort her.

“I’m not proud, but is it something to be embarrassed about?” Shang Mingbao asked in return.

“You’re something, Shang Mingbao.” Wu Baiyan was left speechless, nodding, “Didn’t Xiang Feiran ask?”

He didn’t know that this question was the Achilles’ heel for Shang Mingbao, the one thing that would hurt her deeply.

“He’s not like you, believing everything he sees.” Shang Mingbao retorted.

“Oh, is that so?” Wu Baiyan sneered coldly, saying with a cynical tone, “I think he probably feels you’re just playing around and not worth worrying about. Even if you’ve been involved with eight or loved ten, so what? Right?”

The consequence of his provocative remark was a hang-up.

Wu Baiyan’s car had already reached the door, but he felt it was unfair. Without waiting for it to stop completely, he floored the gas pedal and drove off. He had just been offering his kindness and couldn’t tolerate being devalued like that.

The bedroom lights were warm, and Shang Mingbao looked at Xiang Feiran seriously, saying, “I don’t care what the PDF says, and I’m not afraid to go to school tomorrow. I only care about how you feel about it.”

If someone else had said this, it might have seemed like an insincere attempt to placate. But her eyes, reflecting the light, were so clear and bright—they were eyes that didn’t lie.

How did he feel?

Xiang Feiran curled his lips, “He’s not bad-looking.”

“You’ll definitely be more popular than him.” Shang Mingbao said firmly.

“What?” Xiang Feiran laughed, not understanding her tactic. “You don’t think this will have any effect, do you?”

“You’re having an effect,” Shang Mingbao said, tilting her chin and speaking with a hint of playfulness. “You’re smiling, aren’t you?”

“Thank you, but that’s not my intention.”

“He’s not as good as you in real life. The photos you’ve seen are heavily made up and taken with a big lens. His skin is poor, he lacks charm, and he’s shorter than you,” Shang Mingbao said seriously.

Xiang Feiran: “…”

He squinted slightly, a trace of mocking amusement in his eyes. “Shang Mingbao, will you speak this way about me after we break up?”

Shang Mingbao was taken aback, then forced a smile. “No, of course not. I’m just being realistic…”

Her voice and expression dropped as she quickly searched for a topic. “We’ve talked so much that I forgot why you came. Why?”

Xiang Feiran helped her recall the earlier conversation, saying, “Because you said you had a nightmare and thought I didn’t believe you still liked me, so you wanted to hit me.”

He held her close. “I’m here now. Do you want to hit me anywhere?”

Shang Mingbao remembered.

Yes, in her dream, no matter how much she told him she liked him, he had a look of disbelief as if she were a child lying, but he didn’t want to expose her. He just said he would believe whatever she said.

She looked at Xiang Feiran, whose expression had not changed at all. “Brother Feiran, don’t you care about this PDF at all?”

“Not really.”

“When you saw it…” Shang Mingbao swallowed. “Didn’t you have any thoughts or questions?”

“I’ll ask you if the opportunity arises.”

The opportunity… Shang Mingbao realized that if she hadn’t brought it up tonight, he would have acted as if it never happened.

“Some of it is true, and some of it is false,” Shang Mingbao said eagerly.

“You’ve already mentioned it on the phone.”

“I did… did I? The sneakers were for the little brother, returning to the country was because of the little brother’s movie premiere… sending resources was just a word from the little brother… getting photographed in the hotel, no, none of that. He’s gay…” Shang Mingbao frowned, “Self-harm after the breakup, impossible. I was sad for a few months, but that was because—”

Xiang Feiran took her cold hands and interrupted her disjointed words. “You’ve already said this, babe. It’s okay, even if it’s true, it doesn’t matter.”

Don’t repeat which is true and which is false.

The falsehoods wouldn’t bring him to life, but the truths could destroy what’s left of him.

Shang Mingbao forced a smile, her gaze focused. “Is it really okay if it’s true?”

She asked with a smile more painful than tears.

“Yes, it’s really okay,” Xiang Feiran said firmly.

“Like this.” Shang Mingbao looked at him, her heart heavy, eyes moist, but she managed a relaxed smile. “Then I won’t fabricate anymore. It’s all true.”

Xiang Feiran’s expression froze for a brief moment, as if a sharp blade had pierced his body.

“Okay.”

He said decisively, maintaining the same tone as before. “I’ve said it, it’s okay. It doesn’t matter.”

“Why are you so generous, Xiang Feiran…” Shang Mingbao gasped heavily, pulling her hand away from his. “Why are you so generous?”

Her vision was a bit blurry, but she tried hard to see Xiang Feiran. “Do you really have to be this generous?”

Is he generous?

Six hours after seeing this, he had achieved nothing and struggled to complete a single line of code.

He opened her Instagram, going back several months, trying to find any sign that she had ever been sad for others—just a hint, and he would immediately take it as the whole truth.

He repeatedly told himself that she had just chosen someone else over him—that he had always known. Now it’s just that the fact has an additional line: she chose someone else. So what? It’s the same to him, isn’t it?

He had long accepted that her interest and affection for him were limited, so he felt no turbulence inside.

Should he, like other men, be crazily jealous, envious, and mad, repeatedly asking her to confirm her love like a child craving affection?

Impossible.

Confirming love is something that would never appear in Xiang Feiran’s life.

Sometimes, confirming love is self-degrading.

Other times, confirming love is a privilege for someone deeply cherished.

Compared to these two, Xiang Feiran was better at being a quiet, unobtrusive lover. If Shang Mingbao’s world were a secret garden, Xiang Feiran would be the least demanding plant in it. He would quietly grow in his corner, needing only the bare minimum of sunlight, water, and soil, and he would still thrive for her.

As she struggled to concoct lies to make him believe she had liked him from the start and that falling deeply in love with another person was an accident, he forced himself to believe.

He believed this just as one might believe that the west is governed by God, and the east by Buddha, with the Prime Meridian dividing the hemispheres.

The reason he was here was simply to show her, with all his might, that he believed.

He didn’t know how else he could do better.

“Shang Mingbao.” Xiang Feiran paused, holding her hands tightly. “It’s not wrong, not shameful, and not something to apologize for that you liked someone else before me. I don’t know why you seem to find it harder to accept than I do.”

He smiled and gently wiped away the almost imperceptible moisture from her eyelashes with his fingertips: “Don’t cry again. I’m here to make sure you get a good night’s sleep, not to make you cry.”

After he spoke these tender words, Shang Mingbao’s eyes could no longer hold back the tears, and they fell one after another.

Xiang Feiran smirked. “I won’t be angry or upset. You don’t need to talk to me in baby talk. You haven’t contacted me for three years. I’ve long accepted that we were just passing acquaintances. Having you here now is a gain for me, understand?”

A person who has been hungry for a long time would never compare themselves to others enjoying a grand feast.

Shang Mingbao’s lips trembled, her breath and speech broken: “I wanted to contact you…”

She suddenly burst into tears: “I asked Ning for your WeChat, but I didn’t dare add you. I haven’t forgotten, Felix07260407, your WeChat ID, I’ve always remembered it…”

Xiang Feiran’s breath tightened, almost hurting her hand.

This number, with its eight seemingly unrelated digits, is not easy to remember unless deliberately memorized.

He held his breath, his Adam’s apple moving, as if asking an ambiguous dream: “Why didn’t you dare?”

Yes, why didn’t she dare?

“I… I was afraid I’d die.”

She had said before that someone who could die at any time had no right to talk about love; otherwise, if she did die, she would only leave a shadow behind.

“I was afraid I’d die on the operating table.”

Shang Mingbao looked at Xiang Feiran with confused but focused eyes, her words flowing like a stream, memories like drizzling rain.

“On the day I came back from the hospital, the car had already reached the Hong Kong-Zhuhai-Macao Bridge. I cried and told my brother I wanted blueberry cake. When I came back in the evening, I wanted to see you. But you weren’t there, and there was no blueberry cake. If you had been there, it wouldn’t have mattered if there was no blueberry cake.”

“The next morning, I heard you and your father arguing, saw you smoking, and you yelled at me. Later, in the tent, you asked me what I was looking for, and I was looking for your cigarettes. On the day we went down the mountain, you searched for a long time and thought you had lost them, but they were actually in my pocket.”

“When you gave me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, I could have pushed you away, but I didn’t. Mouth-to-mouth and kissing are different, but I wanted to know the feel of your lips.”

Tears streamed down her cheeks, soaking into her tightly pressed and trembling lips.

“Do you know why my heart rate worsened the more you gave me mouth-to-mouth? My breathing stopped more, my hands and feet got hotter, and my consciousness dimmed?”

She raised her hand, her gaze and touch light, resting on Xiang Feiran’s lips: “259 was the peak of my heartbeat in this lifetime, the moment your lips touched mine.”

The roaring mountain rain at that time poured into the tent and into Xiang Feiran’s life at that moment.

What solid soil and thick humus were forever washed away. After this rain, his life would never be the same.

He almost had no time to think as he tightly grasped Shang Mingbao’s wrist, fiercely and decisively kissing her.

It was a kiss that was three years late.

Shang Mingbao responded forcefully, her wrist tingling under his thumb, just as it had when she had an attack.

It was a kiss that was three years late.

Her nightgown, pink and like peach fuzz under his palm, was easily pulled off.

Shang Mingbao’s eyes were unusually bright, looking up at him: “I didn’t dare to contact you, and I didn’t dare to find Ning…”

He kissed her uncontrollably, his breath hot, his heartbeat tense, trying to reclaim all the uncertainty of the night through these intense touches and possessiveness.

Shang Mingbao moaned, her hand pulled over her head. Though she breathed heavily and her lips were reddened from his kisses, she still spoke clearly: “I’m afraid if I talked too much with her… I wouldn’t be able to help but want to know about you and see you…”

As she spoke, her thoughts flowed incredibly smoothly, like a stream.

“And also, and also… you liked someone else back then…” Shang Mingbao accused, and Xiang Feiran bit her.

He bit her very gently, the particles cushioned between his teeth, wrapped in moist saliva.

Xiang Feiran reiterated: “No.”

“At that time, I didn’t know…” she said, her bent knees pushed outward.

Shang Mingbao pressed her scorching eyes with both palms, listening to the terrible, loud sound of water.

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over. He was sober. More forceful, more skillful, and with a clearer purpose than before.

Sophie wouldn’t come in; she was certain of that. At least she would knock.

She knocked, three restrained knocks.

“Miss, it’s almost four o’clock,” Sophie gently reminded. “You need to get up at eight tomorrow for a full day of classes.”

“It’s fine, I can get up…” Shang Mingbao replied calmly. “We haven’t finished talking yet… just a little more…!”

There was still a lot to talk about, intensely, with their lips and tongues never stopping.

“Would you like some tea?”

“No need!” Shang Mingbao furrowed her brow tightly. “You go to sleep, Sophie…”

Her voice carried a hint of crying, and Sophie thought about her late-night affairs, assuming Xiang Feiran was doing his best to comfort her.

He indeed spared no effort. After confirming that the elderly lady would not come in, he entered.

Shang Mingbao took a sudden cold breath. Just like flowers and their specific pathways evolving to fit certain insects’ mouthparts, so their nectar could only be gathered by specific butterflies or bees, this was the story of flowers evolving in collusion with pollinators.
Xiang Feiran’s fingers are quite skilled—they can handle specimens, write code, draw detailed scientific illustrations, and even play with water expertly.

“Why have you stopped talking?” He lifted his upper body, brushed aside Shang Mingbao’s bangs, and brought her wandering, dazed eyes back into focus. “Continue; I still don’t believe you.”

“Huh?” Shang Mingbao briefly parted her lips, her beautiful eyebrows furrowing. “Didn’t you say you believed me?”

“Not anymore,” Xiang Feiran replied succinctly. “Come on, convince me some more.”

Shang Mingbao’s breathing became irregular due to his words. “I… I can’t think right now.”

“Then wait.”

He paused, his palm pressing firmly but remaining still. “Think first.”

Shang Mingbao whimpered, trying hard to think. “I took your cigarette and secretly had a puff when I missed you.”

Xiang Feiran squinted. “Why don’t you learn something good?”

“You never had the chance to teach me anything good. You were always disappearing, indifferent, hot and cold, treating me like a kid…”

“I never treated you like a kid.”

“The book you gave me was meant for ten-year-olds!” Shang Mingbao couldn’t help but complain.

The book, Botanical Communication, had only been skimmed a few pages before putting her to sleep. She still couldn’t recall whether anther was on the pistil or stamen.

Xiang Feiran smirked, his gaze softening. “I just wanted to help you, princess, with some basic knowledge.”

“No more. No more…” Shang Mingbao gently rubbed her calf. “You…”

“What?” Xiang Feiran asked, knowing full well.

“Go back…” Shang Mingbao’s face turned red, her words betraying her feelings.

“We can’t leave now.”

“But you said you’d chat a bit and then leave?” Shang Mingbao’s voice was soft and nasal.

“I have no such self-control,” he admitted straightforwardly.

For some reason, hearing him admit to a lack of self-control made Shang Mingbao feel deeply sore inside. As she shifted her gaze from Xiang Feiran, she slowly came to her senses, only to hear him chuckle. “Do you like hearing that?”

He lowered his eyes, his gaze burning and his breath heavy, turning her subtle ripple into an uncontrollable wave.

Shang Mingbao heard him asking about the future amidst the soft and hazy sensations.

He said that if he believed in something, he would believe in it wholeheartedly, including ghosts and deities, but if he didn’t, he would use his sharpest mind to disbelieve.

He asked, “What about after the surgery?”

What about after the surgery?

Before the surgery, she was afraid she wouldn’t survive and didn’t want to complicate things or leave him with scars. But what about after surviving?

After the surgery, she couldn’t even find the WeChat account she hadn’t used in a long time, but she still remembered his WeChat ID. Instead of adding him, she found a drummer with a similar style and went on a date.

Xiang Feiran smiled, but the dark waves in his eyes remained unshaken. “It’s been too long; you’ve forgotten me.”

Shang Mingbao shook her head.

“Even though I remember, it feels like it’s no longer there.”

Shang Mingbao shook her head again.

“I think,” she slowly followed the thread in her mind, “I think… we’re not possible, so I didn’t contact you.”

“Is that so?” Xiang Feiran said, a slight smile appearing on his calm face. “Alright, you’ve convinced me.”

He planned to leave with his answer.

He was already quite satisfied.

“Why? I couldn’t possibly start with Zhong Ping, so why did I dare to start with him?” Shang Mingbao slowly opened her eyes fully, as if asking herself and Xiang Feiran.

Xiang Feiran’s body tensed.

“Why didn’t I contact you, knowing that we’re not possible?”

The answer was just within reach, yet she couldn’t find it.

Shang Mingbao sat up in Xiang Feiran’s embrace, trying to see his outline clearly through her misty, dazed vision. “Brother Feiran, you’re so smart. Can you tell me?”

Why? Liao Yuno had asked her too. She could start with anyone easily because, after all, it didn’t matter if it ended. But with him, she had entered her account name a hundred times in the dead of night, yet never dared to send the friend request.

It wasn’t because she feared hurting him.

It wasn’t because she thought she might not even become his friend in the end.

It wasn’t because she thought he had someone else in his heart.

“Because I like you so much.”

Shang Mingbao’s breathing stopped, and her eyes didn’t blink.

A small hammer gently fell on her heart. A solemn bell rang in her life’s moment, celebrating her finding the answer. The wind blew over the desert, uncovering the answer buried deep in the sand dunes of her subconscious. The bell rang out, majestic and vast, from the tower of her heart, spreading through her limbs, blood, marrow, and nerves, declaring to her entire body, her 43 pairs of nerves, 206 bones, 60 trillion cells, and 250 trillion blood vessels.

“Because I like you so much, Xiang Feiran.” Shang Mingbao said his full name, lifting her head to look at his unforgettable eyes, which had captured her from the first sight.

“Because I like you so much.”

From the beginning, just like wanting to marry Doraemon as a child, she had liked him.