Qin Mu carried out the cola and tea and started chatting out of politeness: "The poplar trees in Rongcheng must be budding by now, right?" "Yes! There’s a large poplar forest behind our house, I guess all the poplars in Rongcheng are growing behind our house, just no one else knows! By May Day, when the wind blows, those tender green leaves are so beautiful!" Hu Xiaobin immediately got interested when she heard about the poplars and started talking about the area behind their house. "Oh? There are some near our studio too!" "Did you come all the way to Paris because you had a fight with Mr. Mu? Or are you preparing for a fashion show with your mentor?" Hu Xiaoyan suddenly asked curiously after hearing this. "Can I say it was a fight?" Qin Mu asked, sitting beside them, she found it impossible to make up a lie. "Of course you can! Fights between couples are normal, it’s just that—" Hu Xiaoyan thought of herself and her husband, they weren’t even fighting, they lived in the same house but had been in a cold war for many years, torturing each other, yet never separating. This was a rare occasion for Hu Xiaoyan to go abroad since marriage, she hadn’t traveled abroad for a long time, and this time it was thanks to Hu Xiaobin. But after coming out, she suddenly felt that she shouldn’t have lived like a cloistered young lady in that house for so many years, she should have come out earlier to see different sceneries and relax. "But aren’t there some people who endure each other’s bad tempers even when there’s no love left?" Hu Xiaobin looked at Hu Xiaoyan, as a sister, she knew Hu Xiaoyan quite well. "Nonsense! My feelings for your brother-in-law are deep." Hu Xiaoyan immediately refuted. Qin Mu couldn’t help but smile, in marriage, every couple has their unique or clichéd way of getting along. Nobody knows what will happen until it actually happens. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel•fire.net "Very deep! Then why not live well? You’re just torturing yourself!" Hu Xiaobin couldn’t stand the Shen Family’s way of life, so she rarely went to Shen’s house, always asking Hu Xiaoyan out instead. "What do you know about adult problems, little kid?" Hu Xiaoyan avoided the topic her sister mentioned with this remark. "See! She’s always , not directly facing problems. If she were like you, and walked away after being wronged, maybe the second young master of the Shen Family would’ve chased her long ago, but she never gives him that chance." "Experience shows that coming out doesn’t necessarily mean the other half will come after you." Qin Mu explained to Hu Xiaobin with a smile upon seeing her narrow view. "This girl loves jumping to conclusions, don’t mind what she says." "I really like Miss Hu’s personality! Actually, we should face our lives directly, live freely, after all, life isn’t very long, and youth doesn’t last many years." Hu Xiaoyan lowered her head, still smiling. But she soon sighed: "I feel like I should have stayed home, coming here just to be humiliated by you two in a few sentences." "But aren’t you holding your head quite high!" Hu Xiaobin couldn’t help but touch her chin. Hu Xiaoyan helplessly called her, hoping she would stop. "Shall we try on the wedding dress?" Hu Xiaobin quickly took a couple of sips of cola and stood up. "I’ll take you inside to change first, Mrs. Shen, make yourself comfortable." Hu Xiaoyan agreed, sitting on the sofa watching Qin Mu take down the wedding dress from the model, then carrying the dress and taking Hu Xiaobin to the room. "Is this your bedroom?" Hu Xiaobin went in, curiously looking around, feeling although it wasn’t very big, it was cozy. "Sister, why did you suddenly come to Paris? Did you really come because you fought with Chen Shao?" "Then your temper is quite big, as for me, I can’t bear to leave my husband." When Hu Xiaobin mentioned "husband," she couldn’t help blushing, then bit her lip and giggled foolishly. Qin Mu glanced at her, and she smiled more shyly. "I believe you must love him very much!" Qin Mu had to say, trying to change the subject. "Don’t you love Chen Shao?" Hu Xiaobin asked while taking off her clothes. "Even if the world collapses, I will only love him!" Qin Mu lowered her head, organizing the wedding dress, preparing to help her put it on. "Then why did you come to Paris? You’ve been here almost two months, don’t you miss him?"