"I'm really looking forward to seeing how big your ambition is," he exhaled hotly, feeling for the first time that he owed her something.
They enjoyed breakfast together, cake, clinking crystal glasses in a toast...
The pure white church, a layer upon layer of rugged and bizarre divine mansions, as if nestled among thousands of ravines and gullies.
Rocco-style antique candle chandeliers, luxurious and dazzling, were like countless diamonds shimmering, with a fuse hanging down.
Qiyu lit it, and the fire climbed along the fuse, wrapping around the lamp in circles, gradually igniting each candle. Light and shadow flowed, and one by one, the ancient chandeliers lit up with a warm glow.
Yeyuan's eyes, deep with understanding, saw her as both a wicked enchantress and a pure angel in a flowing white dress as she approached.
Qiyu extended a graceful hand, "You wouldn't mind dancing one, would you?"