As the words fell, Qin Yiren burst into laughter, though her smile was somewhat bitter: "Am I being too fanciful? But isn't a wish supposed to be fanciful?"
Receiving her response, Chu Xinian leisurely lowered his hand, his deep voice tinged with humor: "Couldn't tell you're so greedy—perhaps my wish is easier to achieve."
Qin Yiren looked back at him, unable to imagine Chu Xinian having an unrealistic wish.
After all, he is the type of man who acts swiftly and decisively, unassociated with anything akin to weakness—not like ordinary people who must place what they desire in ephemeral wishes because they are destined to never realize them.
Curiosity urged Qin Yiren to lightly purse her lips, unable to resist asking: "What is your wish?"
"Instead of everyone attaining happiness, I only care about whether you're happy."
