As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Xi's face, which had been joyful, instantly lost all its smiles.
She bit her lip, seemingly afraid she might suddenly break into tears, her complexion pale and weak.
The sales girl handed over the shoes, which were much prettier than the previous pair. After all, they were chosen by Lu Yanhe.
Wen Xi reached out to take them and slipped her foot in, but was too embarrassed to force it in.
After nine years together, he still didn't remember her shoe size.
How laughable, and yet how sad?
"Uh... maybe it's because I walked a lot while playing during the past few days; my feet are slightly swollen... Could you help me change to a larger size?" She lifted her lips and asked, concealing the loneliness in her gaze.
A bit heartbroken, she couldn't deliberately think about it, because the more she thought about it, the more it hurt.
