The Spring Festival Gala had been going on for more than four hours, and by the time it ended, Tian Xu had already fallen asleep!
Tian Fushun and his wife slept in a spare guest room at Tian Xin's house.
Outside, the sound of firecrackers continued, while inside, everyone was settled in, the lights turned off, and ready to rest.
Tian Xin lay on the bed, pondering that question.
After she had answered, a few people laughed and said, "The person you're talking about doesn't appear once in decades. Are you trying to fool us?"
She smiled but didn't respond. The others did not ask further.
They thought she was aiming high, that her standards were high, and she was uninterested in Zhang Feng.
In reality, Zhang Feng wasn't bad. If she hadn't been reborn, a man like Zhang Feng would probably be her destiny.
Sigh—why am I thinking of such nonsense again!
She glanced at the time; it was almost 1 am.
