For so many years, every night, she would dream of that scene on the snow mountain.
Before Duanmu Zhe married Mo Qingyi, she hadn't given up on this opportunity. If their love was so strong, her appearance wouldn't have had any consequences.
Xi He hailed a taxi and soon disappeared from Duanmu Zhe and Mo Qingyi's view.
Mo Qingyi was a smart woman. She naturally understood what Xi He's words meant. She looked up at Duanmu Zhe, "I hadn't realized, you're still quite a magnet for romance."
Any woman would mind encountering such a thing.
Moreover, Xi He was quite beautiful.
The corners of Duanmu Zhe's mouth turned up slightly, and he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Don't worry, I definitely won't meet her alone. I will love only you for my whole life." Seeing Mo Qingyi's jealous little expression made Duanmu Zhe quite happy.
Jealousy, that's more like it.
"Men..." Mo Qingyi shook her head and sighed, "They always sweet-talk. If men were reliable, sows would climb trees."