"Ah Chen, you're so nice." Xu Zhiru offered to accompany Fu Chen to the cocktail party.

"Achen, I should accompany you on occasions like this." She said gently, her eyes full of love.

"As your lover, I have the responsibility to face these with you." Fu Chen looked at Xu Zhiru and felt moved.

He felt that what Xu Zhiru said made sense, so he agreed to her request.

"Okay, Zhiru, come with me." Fu Chen said, "Let's go pick out dresses together."

"Yeah." Xu Zhiru nodded, "I'll listen to you."

Fu Chen and Xu Zhiru came to the dress shop to choose suitable attire for the upcoming cocktail party.

This store was a place Ning Nanxue used to frequent, so Fu Chen was no stranger to it.

"Ah Chen, what do you think of this one?"

Xu Zhiru was holding a white evening dress and gesturing in front of the mirror with an expectant smile on her face.

"Yeah, not bad."

Fu Chen nodded, with a hint of perfunctoriness in his tone.

His thoughts drifted to the past, and he recalled the scene of choosing a dress with Ning Nanxue.

At that time, Ning Nanxue was always full of energy, like a cheerful little bird, chirping non-stop.

But he was always absent-minded and indifferent to her choices.

"Ah Chen, what are you thinking about?"

Xu Zhiru's voice interrupted Fu Chen's memories.

"nothing."

Fu Chen came back to his senses and forced a smile.

"This dress suits you very well. Let's take this one."

"Really?"

Xu Zhiru's eyes lit up.

"Ah Chen, you are so nice."

She hugged the dress happily, as if she had received the most precious gift in the world.