In the mirror, Ouyang Xuanyue's smile froze slightly.
Before Su Yu went to Paris last time, they had talked about this topic.
Back then, she could still steer around it lightly.
After all, at the time, nothing had happened between her and Tang Song.
She could still hold herself together, could still wrap herself up tight in that rhetoric about "considering the bigger picture."
But now it was different.
She had already torn off all pretense with Jin Meixiao, and with Tang Song, they had pierced through that final layer of paper between them.
Facing Su Yu's topic of "having children" again—
It was as if someone had pressed a finger against the wound she had hidden for years.
"Why ask about this all of a sudden?" She smiled and shook her head, a few traces of helpless indulgence in her laugh. "And how many? Heh, how would I have the mind to think about that?"
"Sister Xuanyue, we've known each other for so many years." Su Yu looked straight at her, but her tone was almost coquettish. "I just want to care about you." "Today is a special day. Let's not talk about this first." Ouyang Xuanyue turned around and casually smoothed the stray hairs at her temples. "Besides, I'm already this age..."
"Age?" Su Yu tilted her head, a sincere smile in her amber eyes. "You're only thirty-six. It's the best age for a woman. You have experience, allure, capital, and also... desire, right?"
Ouyang Xuanyue's lashes trembled.
She did not answer. She only turned and walked toward the sofa area.
Her bearing was still elegant and dignified, but she deliberately avoided Su Yu's gaze.
"Little Yu, why are you talking so strangely today?" She sat down on the sofa and casually straightened her skirt, her tone composed.