"But... Sister Chuchu, the life you want isn't like this," Chen Mo looked at Gu Lanshan, recalling a past birthday when Sister Chuchu had come to celebrate with him. Although it was just the two of them, it was still very joyous. Sister Chuchu had drunk a bit too much, and when blowing out the candles and making a wish, she accidentally voiced her own desire:
To do the things you love is what joy means.
To love the people you want to love is what happiness entails.
After those brief two lines, Sister Chuchu's expression was one of loss.
"Sister Chuchu, actually, you could have done the things you love, loved the people you wanted to love!"
Gu Lanshan curled her lip, chuckled, and skillfully changed the topic. Chen Mo seemed to see her evasion; many times he wanted to bring the conversation back, but simply didn't know how to broach the subject.
Now that Sister Chuchu had married Sheng Shi, what could he do?
