บท 491: Zhong Qing Rose (3)_1

"What are you spacing out for?" Meng Tingxu glanced at him, her tone proud. "Support me, the dress is too big, and I might trip over it!"

Her voice was coquettish, holding a sort of arrogance that wasn't off-putting, like an innocent rose carefully sheltered under a glass dome, thus taking all the kindness shown to it for granted.

Bai Niao didn't dislike this attitude; in some ways, he even longed for it.

He longed for a Meng Tingxu like this, and if possible, he would have liked to guard this purity well.

People are always like this.

They can't help but draw near and yearn for what they've never had.

The birthday party was grand, attended by all the nobles of note in Corleone.

Meng Shengsheng, dressed in a complicated and stunning gown, walked up to Meng Tingxu and softly asked if she was happy.

For her only daughter, Meng Shengsheng actually felt apologetic.

But the situation in Corleone had been too chaotic back then; she really didn't dare to bring her over.