C2150 Marry of the Wealthy Class 2077
"Am I crying?" She reached out her hand to touch her cheek, feeling the wetness, "Strange, why am I crying? I'm obviously very happy."
"Little Snow." Yan Mingyao wanted to go up to her and hug her, but he was still rejected.
Ao Xue raised her head. "I don't need your pity."
He drew back his arm and sat stiffly on the cushions. He already knew that even in times of extreme weakness