Xie Qikan's handsome brows and eyes were filled with an unbreakable tenderness and deep attachment, his voice overflowing with a heart-wrenching concern for the little woman.
"Mm."
She nodded firmly. As the car took a turn and the surrounding buildings came into view, Yuan Xiaoxiao knew they were drawing closer to the airport. The little woman, Yuan Xiaoxiao, felt a deep reluctance, an earnest longing to cry.
"Husband, I want to do work that I truly love. I like design—I want to create clothes I enjoy. What do you think?"
As if trying to distract from her saddening emotions, Yuan Xiaoxiao softly pursed her lips, her dense lashes drooping as she pondered, then spoke. Lifting her watery eyes, she gazed at Xie Qikan with hopeful anticipation.
Yuan Xiaoxiao had only recently discovered her interest in fashion design, perhaps influenced by Xiao Mi. After resigning from her previous job, the young woman wanted to pursue creating pieces she was genuinely passionate about.
