"Such a beautiful sentiment," Tang Ling laughed, "to say, 'Where flowers bloom, so too shall butterflies come.' I'm sorry for imposing on Miss Shen for so long. I hope to treat you to coffee sometime, if you'd honor me with your presence."
"It would be my pleasure."
Shen Mianmian smiled slightly and said goodbye to Tang Ling.
As soon as she got home, Shen Mianmian received a call from Xiaocui, who had set her wedding date with Dajun for the twenty-sixth of the twelfth lunar month. She wanted to know if Shen Mianmian had time to come back for it.
Without hesitation, Shen Mianmian replied, "Of course I'll come back for your wedding. The drama I'm working on should wrap up around the twentieth of the twelfth lunar month. I'm only the second female lead, so there isn't much filming left for me. If Brother He has the time, we'll head back together."
