Chu Anjing put on a charming display, her heart racing with excitement as she watched Chen Qianmo walk towards her.
The gazes from those around her intoxicated her, and Chen Qianmo's handsome, striding figure filled her with an immense infatuation.
Yes, this was the man she had been infatuated with for a decade, perhaps even two. How could she be content without his love?
And now, at this very moment, he was striding towards her, moving his long legs, coming closer to her.
On Chen Qianmo's face was a gentle, and even somewhat indulgent, expression, an expression that was very unfamiliar to Chu Anjing, yet one she had longed for, for far too long.
Around them, romantic music seemed to rise on its own, making each of Chen Qianmo's steps sync with the musical beat.
Like a knight approaching his princess; like a Prince Charming about to awaken his sleeping beauty.
Everyone's eyes followed Chen Qianmo's steps to Chu Anjing's side, the invisible music seemingly about to envelop her…