Her gaze was so pure and clear, yet her demeanor was so indifferent. Despite not wearing extravagant dresses or having meticulous makeup, she gave off the feeling of an orchid in a secluded valley or lush green pine—so clean, so ethereal.
Soon, Quentin spoke up: "Miss Tong Xi, the name of our perfume is 'Love.' Could you talk about your view on love?"
Tong Xi smiled slightly.
"The ultimate goal of love is to attain happiness. What is happiness? It's cold and I don't have a cotton-padded coat while you do, that makes you happier than me; I'm hungry and have nothing to eat while you do, that makes you happier than me; I want to use the restroom and there's only one spot, which you occupy, that makes you happier than me. In short, happiness is a cat that eats fish, a dog that eats meat, and Ultraman defeating little monsters."
Listening to these words, Shen Yunqing behind the glass wall could hardly hold in his laughter.
