Gu Muxue spent a long time coaxing Lin Ruoxi. Like a small child who'd been deceived by grown-ups one too many times, Lin Ruoxi kept asking if she was telling the truth.
"I'm not lying," Gu Muxue chuckled at the questions.
Lin Ruoxi was as composed as a twenty-nine-year-old when it came to her work, but in matters of the heart, she was more like a nine-year-old girl. And now, the tables had turned, and she was the one who needed coaxing.
"But why...? Don't you want to have him all to yourself?" Lin Ruoxi asked in a small voice, her head lowered.
'If she could, she'd still want Xue Rui all to herself.'
Gu Muxue didn't answer, simply handing Lin Ruoxi a card with a red string attached. "Have you decided what you're going to write?"
"Mhm." Lin Ruoxi took the card and swiftly wrote her wish on it.
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