Yun Yuwan turned her face aside, looking up at Wen Yangzhi with a smile as radiant as a spring mountain in bloom, pointing to the sky, "Brother, look, that firework is so beautiful!"
Wen Yangzhi watched her with deep eyes. As their gazes met, his emotions did not overflow, yet strands of love intermingled with hers through the gaze he fixed upon her.
The flickering fireworks were like his heart.
He did not know how to keep her with him.
He knew far less about her than he thought, unaware of her thought patterns, and clueless about what kind of praise she considered genuine.
She was young, but she was a woman to him, who also needed to be guessed and taken care of.
Wen Wei caught a glimpse out of the corner of his eye, seeing Wen Yangzhi with his arm around Yun Yuwan's shoulders, Wen Yangzhi leaning in, not watching the fireworks that filled the sky but instead looking down at his sister for a long time without shifting his gaze.
