A breeze blew and Changqing's face blushed.
"Yeah, your nose is fine. If it were fake, it would've already been crooked." His thin lips moved, spitting out words that almost drove Changqing to her grave.
"Song Chuyi, what do you mean? Did you think my nose was fake?"
Changqing really wanted to slap his handsome face. What kind of man was this? Under such circumstances with flowers blooming under the moonlight, he should be looking at her with deep emotions and saying something caring according to TV dramas.
"You understood it wrong; I was saying your nose is very real."
"I can't be bothered to talk to you." Changqing snorted, lowering her head to pick up her luggage.
"Let me take it." Song Chuyi bent down to lift it first.
Changqing was still angry. Since he wanted to carry it, she couldn't be bothered as she walked straight into the villa.