An image of a globe immediately popped up in Jian Xi's mind, automatically scanning through the countries and places she liked. Ice Country, where she had spent four years of her life, instantly stood out in her head. Her excited heart cooled at once.
"Forget it! Things are already great the way they are now," Jian Xi's mood dropped.
"If you're not choosing, then I'll pick! Don't you have a villa on Mansha Island? Let's just go to Mansha Island for the wedding! But it's too hot right now—let's wait until December, take Little Pumpkin there to spend the winter, the weather will be perfect."
Summer in Jiangcheng, winter on Mansha Island—what a romantic and extravagant life.
Jian Xi was silent for a while, then answered softly, "Okay."
"Then it's settled." Nan Mufeng kissed Jian Xi on the cheek. "You're tired today, go to sleep. I'll go get our son and we'll sleep together."
"Mm."
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