When nightfall had finally arrived, it was destined to lead to a road of dreamy romance. Even the moon was especially bright and beautiful. Upon lighting the ground, its white and silvery light was a catalyst to an indescribable tenderness.
Chu Lui stopped the car and watched the woman emerged from the door. She glowed like an elf basking in the moonlight—pure and pristine, quiet and demure. Her long, black hair flowed casually over her shoulder. She had applied a simple makeup on her face, and she was vaguely at a loss.
A man and a woman…
As if it was required…
Stared at each other silently.
A hundred years seemed to pass as they continued to stare at each other wordlessly.
Chu Lui got off the car and leaned his back against it as he watched the woman approach him. Subconsciously, he opened his arms. The woman smiled faintly. The instant her eyes met his, those brilliant eyes of hers swelled with ripples; and they started to fog.
