The night was dark as ink, and the moonlight quietly sprinkled within the Cypress Forest.
Shen Bijun tilted her head back slightly, looking at the man before her.
Chu Yanshen's body, which had been tense, was slowly relaxing. His phoenix eyes were profound, resembling the vast starry sky. At this moment, it seemed as though all the stars were gathered in his eyes.
His voice was slightly tremorous as he asked,
"518, do you want to see the Northern Lights?"
Shen Bijun was taken aback. She fell silent for a moment before saying, "I do."
"Do you want to see the Great Pyramid of Giza?"
"I do."
"Do you want to see the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?"
"I do."
"Do you want to see the blue flames from the Yizhen Volcano eruption?"
"I do."
"Do you want to go on an adventure in the Haiwang Corner waters, chasing the waves?"
"I do."
