In the intoxicating sea of stars, the girl waved her hands enthusiastically. Leng Youchen watched her, his heart trembling, happiness came too sudden, leaving him overwhelmed.
The flickering candle flames formed the shape of "sorry"—she was sincerely apologizing to him.
Wei Anning saw Leng Youchen appear on the windowsill, she jumped up and waved to him, "Leng Youchen, do you see that? Can you accept my apology now?"
Heat flared in the corners of Leng Youchen's eyes, he looked up and closed his eyes deeply. He felt his blood boiling, his cool and lonely soul trembling slightly.
It was just a casual remark of his, but she took it to heart and went through so much trouble to ask for his forgiveness. She made it so romantic that he was almost embarrassed.
In such a wonderful moment, if not for the unhealed wound on his chin, he would have wanted to rush down and kiss her endlessly beneath the starry sky.
