She was immersed in those brilliant colors, her ears captivated by their sound.
A glass of red wine was handed to Shen Lan, she accepted it, accidentally brushing against Feng Yanqing's long fingers in the process.
That familiar touch she hadn't felt in so long made Shen Lan look at Cheng Yanqing. She met his gaze, filled with tenderness.
The moment their eyes met, Shen Lan felt her heart stirring.
She quickly averted her eyes, refocusing her attention on the fireworks.
"The fireworks are beautiful, thank you."
"It's not over yet, it's too soon to thank me."
"Uh…"
Carefully observed, the fireworks formed the shape of a heart. Most people might not notice, but as a designer Shen Lan had a keen eye for shapes, and captured it at once.
"Shen Lan, do you understand my feelings?" Cheng Yanqing asked, his voice tinged with a hint of excitement and profound love.
