'Boom—'
The night sky outside was filled with continuous sounds, the noise of fireworks and firecrackers blending into one.
As Shu Yimo stood in front of the second-floor study's bay window, she could see countless fireworks blooming over the sea opposite her from afar, dazzling to behold, illuminating the entire quiet heavens, faint laughter carried on the wind.
To Shu Yimo, this scene seemed to touch her as well, as a faint smile spread across her face.
"Fireworks are dazzling, but they're fleeting all the same. It always feels like the beautiful things can never be held onto."
Noticing the man beside her had been silent for a while, Shu Yimo suddenly said this.
Long Chengyu withdrew his gaze, looking at her, his inscrutable and bottomless eyes seemed to swallow up Shu Yimo's delicate shadow—
"Someone who's determined might be able to hold onto them," he replied, his voice somewhat hoarse and emotional.
