She paced over to him step by step, feeling a strange emotion in her heart. Hell, she was just fine without a sense of security or a man in her life.
As soon as Qiao Xiaren went downstairs, she saw him standing not far off, half-hidden in the shadows. His ink-colored eyes were faint yet profound, filled with incomprehensible emotions.
Upon seeing her silhouette, Si Limo's lips curving up ever so softly, as soft as the glow of the moon, "I knew it, you would definitely come down."
Eight twenty-nine, was when he saw her downstairs.
Qiao Xiaren: "..."
Can't describe it, the night sky suddenly burst into brilliant multicolored fireworks, enveloping them both with tiny shards of light. It was a sight Xiaren had rarely seen before.
From the street not far off, a sentimental love song drifted over—