The dress was indeed pretty, but it was heavy and complicated.
Jiang Xun had a particularly difficult time walking. She couldn't be agile, and it often made her lose her temper.
"Do you have flat shoes in your car?" Jiang Xun asked.
"It's my fault. I'll prepare a pair for the car tomorrow." Mufeng had really forgotten about this. "Why don't we go and buy a pair now?"
"No need," Jiang Xun quickly said. "It's only a few steps from the garage to the house. I can do it.
Mufeng glanced at her. He did not know what she was thinking about, but he did not mention buying shoes again.
When they reached home, Mufeng parked the car in the garage.
He got out of the car and went to the door on Jiang Xun's side.
Jiang Xun opened the car door and saw Mufeng lower his knees. With his back facing her, he said, "I'll carry you."
Jiang Xun did not stand on ceremony with him. She took off her high heels and jumped onto Mufeng's back.
