I've been with Gu Shiyi for ten years, but as far as everyone else is concerned, I'm just his butler.
When people teased him about having a steadfast Qiao Mu by his side,
Gu Shiyi laughed heartily.
On my twenty-eighth birthday, I looked up and wished on a shooting star that I could finally settle down.
Gu Shiyi didn't agree, and neither did Heaven.
The doctor said I had less than three months to live.
Later, I ran my hand over Gu Shiyi's stubble.
“Settle down. I won't be around for much longer.”
Gu Shiyi twirled my hair around his fingers.
“Stop messing around. You just want a child, right? I can give you one now.”
