novelraw Chapter 1160 - 1163: The Chaotic Time of Childbirth 2
Chapter 1160 - 1163: The Chaotic Time of Childbirth 2
Chenxing sat there, enjoying an exquisite feast of love, both visually and audibly.
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NowIknownomatterwhatthequestion如今我懂得了不论问题是什么
Loveistheanswer答复都会是爱
It’swrittenonangel’swings它写在天使的羽翼上
AndIoftenwonderwhy时常对此产生怀疑
SomeoneasflawedasI我这样一个有缺陷的人
Deservestobeashappyasyoumakeme怎配拥有你带给我的快乐
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Unconsciously, Chenxing found herself drawn into the lyrics.
Her eyes grew slightly misty, though her lips maintained a tender, happy smile.
Foolish girl, it should be me saying: I’m just an ordinary girl, with so many flaws, how do I deserve the happiness you bring me?
I often doubt myself, doubt that I’m not good enough, doubt that I’m not beautiful enough, doubt that I lack the grace of an elegant lady, doubt that I’m not worthy to stand by your side and be your woman, Gu Shaocheng!
But you’ve always held my hand tightly!
Now I understand.
The answer is all love!
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Nowanyonewho’sfeltthetouchofheavenintheirlives现在每个在生
活中感受到来自天堂的轻抚的人
WillknowthewayI’mfeeling,lookingInmybaby’seyes会从我的宝贝的
眸中了解我如何感觉与看待事物
That’swhyIcan’tbeartobetoofaraway那是我无法离她太远的原因
Iknowthatgodmustlovemecause我肯定上帝是宠爱我的
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As the song ended, he gently wheeled his chair forward, came up to her, took her hand, pulled her closer, and etched a gentle yet unforgettable kiss onto her forehead.
"I’ve never told you—you’re my most beautiful angel."
"Oh, that’s so cheesy," came Nan Baihao’s annoyingly playful voice from the side. Gu Shaocheng shot him a faint sideways glance, causing the other to immediately cover his mouth, realizing too late that he’d spoken out of turn. Then, laughing awkwardly, Baihao stood up, patted his wife’s shoulder, and said, "Wife, let me pour some cheese on you too. What song would you like to hear?"
Without granting him an ounce of dignity, Liang Huanhuan giggled and playfully teased, "Oh, please, your voice is worse than a duck’s. You’ll scare Wubai to death. How could you possibly sing better than Big Brother Gu? Don’t go embarrassing yourself!"
"I won’t back down, I insist on singing," Nan Baihao retorted.
The heart of a man had taken a blow.
Liang Huanhuan shouted at him, "Fine, go ahead and sing. But I’m warning everyone here: I don’t know him! If he sings terribly, it has absolutely nothing to do with me, got it?"
"Damn it! Liang Huanhuan, can’t you show me a little respect?"
Chenxing tilted her head against Gu Shaocheng’s shoulder, watching Huanhuan and Brother Baihao bicker and laugh her heart out. As she lifted her gaze, her eyes met Gu Shaocheng’s bright, deep ones. She pursed her lips, her eyes darting mischievously, and then, planting a big kiss on his cheek, she praised him affectionately, "You sang so well, Shaocheng."