Ran Yan's face quietly blossomed into a smile, "The husband I want doesn't actually need to do much for me, as long as he is always there."
Like a lighthouse on the vast sea in the night, or the North Star seen when lost in the wilderness, lighting the way for her as she floundered in the darkness. Just by looking up, she could see it and not feel so lonely and lost.
Even if Xiao Song was momentarily enthusiastic, or had ulterior motives, if things did not go well in the future and they went their separate ways, she wasn't someone who could pick up but not put down.
