Wei Xin's Haute Couture Show was scheduled for the second day of Fashion Week. The night before the show, when Qiao Jiusheng returned to the hotel, she met Suzanne at the front desk. She was carrying a hiking bag and dressed for travel.
Every time Wei Xin's clothing brand had an important show, no matter where it was, Suzanne would arrive early. She could not go back to the past and participate in Wei Xin's past. But in the future, no matter if it was a moment of glory or a low point, she would be by her side.
Qiao Jiusheng looked a little happy to see Suzanne.
Come to think of it, the last time she'd seen Susanna had been at their wedding. It had been a long time.
"Suzanne!"
Suzanne checked in at the front desk and didn't spot her as she was back facing her.
Hearing a voice, Susanna turned her head slightly and saw that it was Qiao Jiusheng. A smile suddenly appeared on Susanna's calm face. Her smile was bright and especially arresting.
