"Mm-hmm." She nodded with a smile, "As long as you're here, I'll always be this happy."
Pei Yuanchen curved his lips.
"He Ziyi, have I ever told you my mother's story?" The man suddenly spoke in a low voice.
Ziyi showed curiosity: "No, you haven't. Do you want to tell me? I'd like to hear it."
Pei Yuanchen paused a moment before saying, "She was a very beautiful woman, somewhat like you."
Ziyi suddenly chuckled, "Are you saying I'm also a very beautiful woman?"
A trace of helplessness and indulgence flickered in Pei Yuanchen's eyes.
"Yes." He nodded, "And she also grew up away from the crowd, so she was innocent and naive about the world. But her identity meant she couldn't fall in love with anyone or get married."
Ziyi widened her eyes, "That's so pitiful..."
"Yes." Pei Yuanchen tugged slightly at the corner of his mouth, his expression a bit complex.
"If it were me, I'm sure I couldn't hold back." Ziyi suddenly said softly, "Your mother couldn't hold back either, right?"
