The moon was clear and the stars sparse. It was not until Gu Shaocheng had settled a complex issue that he returned to Bihe Garden with a bouquet of freshly delivered roses.
The roses, invariably beloved by women, were dazzlingly beautiful with dewdrops clinging onto the petals. He thought that Chenxing would like them too -- no woman could resist the allure of fresh flowers.
The soft moonlight conferred a tranquility only ever disturbed by his hurried footsteps.
A whole hour had passed, he wondered whether Chenxing had grown impatient in waiting. Gu Shaocheng furrowed his brows, berating himself for dampening the mood by dissolving under pressure at such a critical moment.
He was nearly at Bihe Garden now.
Suddenly, he stopped to check his reflection in the pond, curving his lips into a light smile. Impeccable. Perfect...
Then, he achieved composure before continuing his stride into Bihe Garden.
Where was she?
