"But being late is better than not showing up at all; I still want to wish you..."
He walked up to Zhao Yingjun, looking into her eyes that reflected the myriad fireworks:
"Happy Birthday."
...
Zhao Yingjun didn't speak, her expression unchanged from when she turned around, listening to the booming fireworks behind her, staring at Lin Xian in front of her.
She suddenly smiled softly.
Then she understood everything:
"You really... went to a lot of trouble."
No matter how commanding she was in the business world, she couldn't imagine just how long it would take to arrange and organize such a grand, private fireworks display, how troublesome, how heartfelt it must have been...
"Thank you, Lin Xian."
She ran her fingers through her hair, smiling slightly:
"Thank you... for remembering my birthday and for preparing such a surprising gift."
She recalled the story Lin Xian had just told, about VV, about her own statue...
It seemed like she understood something.
