I go north, you go south

Hearing what Xu Huan said, Mo Ziwen was stunned.

Seeing the girl's increasingly bewildered expression, he finally stretched out his hand and rubbed the top of her hair a little dumbfounded.

"Who said I haven't praised girls?" Mo Ziwen's tone seemed inexplicably dissatisfied: "You lost your memory? The girl I praised the most is obviously you, okay?"

As he spoke, Mo Ziwen tapped Xu Huan on the forehead: "Can you stop thinking about it?"

"Overseas are not the same as domestic. They are indeed more open than us in many aspects. Especially for those who admire, they will express their love for him without hesitation. This may make people feel a little 'ambiguous' feeling."

Mo Ziwen explained to Xu Huan unhurriedly: "In my understanding, Laura's love for me mainly comes from two aspects. One is because I am one of the few Chinese around her, and she also has a preference for Chinese because of her deceased lover; the other is because I am a graduate student majoring in art and design that she strongly recommends. Can she not care about her students?

"Besides, you also know how happy my original family is. My views on love and marriage are not deformed. I don't have to fall in love with a woman who is about the same age as my mother, right? Besides, Laura loves Thompson very much, otherwise she wouldn't be alone after Thompson passed away for so long.

"There has never been a lack of suitors around her. Even if she is Chinese, I am not the only one. There are actually no shortage of people who are better than me, suitable, or even more like Thompson. It's just that Laura has always been very clear about who she really loves."

Speaking of this, Mo Ziwen seemed to recall something again, and he let out a long sigh of sadness: "But her sensibility enabled her to create so many spiritual design works, but in the end it became the source of her long-term pain.

"If Laura was willing to come out slowly and find a new sustenance. I think this star in the design world should not have fallen.

"It's also possible, so there won't be a work full of spirituality like 'MYLOVE'?"

Mo Ziwen quietly looked at the jewelry box that was still held in Xu Huan's hand, and couldn't help reaching out to hold it with her: "Xiao Huan, Laura has spent her entire life casting her designs with emotion, you should be able to see this from her designs, right?
"How many designers are like her, just because they have sufficient and strong emotions, they are willing to spend their lives like moths to a flame to create 'unique works'."

Such words are enough to make every designer feel in awe.Xu Huan silently lowered his head and stared at the box in his hand, suddenly felt that it seemed to become very heavy.

"Laura has taught me a lot, and it is she who gave me the opportunity to stand with you in the design department today. Before she committed suicide, she also left us a last word. She said that she just wanted to find her own 'MYLOVE'.

"Not only that, but she also hopes that these people who have always been with her can also find their own 'MYLOVE' in this world, and stay with her until they grow old."

"Xiaohuan, do you understand what I said?"

Mo Ziwen suddenly looked at Xu Huan very solemnly.

And Xu Huan obviously understood his metaphor, but after opening and closing his mouth for a long time, he couldn't say anything.