Ye Qingchen was momentarily stunned, then turned her head to look toward the lakeside garden.
Then she saw Feng Lang, looking like a prince from a fairy tale, riding a white horse to her.
"My beloved princess, would you join me to gallop freely across the world?" Feng Lang, sitting atop his horse, looked down at Ye Qingchen with a smile and reached out a hand to her.
Ye Qingchen just stared at him blankly and reached out her hand.
Feng Lang tightly gripped her hand and helped her aboard the horse.
Just as Ye Qingchen was about to ask something, Feng Lang had already spurred his horse running towards the lakeside garden.
Under the cerulean sky, the lush lawn of the lakeside garden was dotted with round tables, covered in light pink table cloths. On each table was a bouquet of champagne roses, radiating a pink hue in the dancing sunlight.
Around the tables, there sat many people, both familiar and unfamiliar, all smiling at her.
