Having sat on the windowsill for a long ti, her legs were becoming numb. Anning didn’t try to guess why Danning was in a good mood. She pressed her hands against the windowsill and carefully got to her feet.
Danning knew her foot was injured and quickly reached out to support her, talking as they walked, "It turns out that Cao Muyun was never your uncle’s girlfriend, she has a boyfriend."
Anning was surprised, "It wasn’t her?"
Xiang Yiqing said that everyone knew there was a mysterious woman in his family; they had assud it was her, and she had thought it was Cao Muyun.
It turned out it wasn’t Cao Muyun either.
Looking at it, it was indeed not just ordinarily mysterious.
"Yes," Danning nodded, her eyes shining with excitent, "My brother told . He checked for , and your uncle has been single the whole ti he’s been in the States, never had a girlfriend."
Never had a girlfriend, always had been single...
This...sothing was wrong. There were won’s clothes in his house. Xiang Yiqing also said there was a woman in his house, but that no one had seen her.
How could he not have had a girlfriend.
"Your uncle and I are getting engaged early next month."
Anning was still pondering who Chicheng’s mysterious girlfriend could be when Danning suddenly made a statent that froze her in place.
Startled, she turned her head, looking at Danning, "...What... What?"
Engaged, was he getting engaged?
With her best, her only friend.
Danning glanced at Anning’s face and smiled, "Surprising isn’t it? I feel like I’m dreaming too. The day after tomorrow, our parents will officially et."
Unable to suppress the joy inside her, her eyes even brimd with excited tears.
’Anning, I’ve liked your uncle for a long ti...’
They were all the sa, so she could understand, understand Danning’s mood, her lack of restraint and her tears.
As Anning thought about it, she smiled slightly at Danning, "Danning, congratulations."
His closet full of won’s clothes, who the woman in his house was... none of it mattered anymore.
Anning, from now on, Chicheng is your best friend’s man, the one who had been there countless tis during your monts of loneliness and helplessness.
You, couldn’t think about it anymore.
Anning lowered her head, her eyes closed bitterly, trying to erase all traces of him from her mind.
However, so things, the more you try to do them, the harder they beco.
After locking herself in her room for two days, she felt that if she didn’t go out for so air, she might drive herself mad.
With her hand on the wall, she carefully walked downstairs on that injured foot.
The living room was filled with many new green plants, making it feel completely refreshed. Just looking at the surroundings considerably soothed her mood.
"Anning, is your foot better?"
Suddenly Lin Yanqin’s voice ca from behind, asking about her foot injury.
With a tone neither cold nor warm, no concern could be discerned.
"Yes, much better," Anning stopped walking, turned around, and smiled back at Lin Yanqin.
"Then you should hurry and pick a wedding dress, or it will be too late to have it made."
With Yang Yufang not around, the trivial matters of their wedding naturally fell to Lin Yanqin.
These were the things her mother should be worried about. Her son was getting married, and perhaps the biological mother didn’t even know yet.
Thinking of this, Anning downcast her eyes, sorrowfully whispered a response to Lin Yanqin’s words, "It would be fine if Aunt takes care of it."
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