Xiyan nonchalantly took a sip of water, "Sure, you go pick it."
Her words slipped out carelessly, with a hint of deliberate cheekiness.
Who would have thought Ou Jue would sit up straight, speaking earnestly, "If I pick it for you, will you be willing to talk to me?"
"If you have the ability, go ahead and pick it first."
Picking stars, what a joke.
This was simply a wild fantasy.
Ou Jue's jawline was firm, "Alright."
His whole being exuded the aura of a favored son of heaven.
As if there was nothing in the world he couldn't do.
No matter what it is.
As long as she wanted, he would give it to her.
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In the afternoon, Xiyan was dragged out shopping by An Ran and Ruge.
In reality, she was not in the mood, but to not dampen An Ran and Ruge's spirits, she still went.
No matter how much noise Ruge and An Ran made, Xiyan was no longer as lively and bright as she used to be.
Mild depression... this was what she had become.
If it worsens in the future, what would Xiyan do?
