Nan Xi finished speaking, turned around to look at Zhou Xiannan, and a faint smile blossomed at the corners of her mouth.
Under the moonlight, that smile appeared exceptionally gentle and moving, "Thank you for tonight, I'm a bit tired and would like to go home to rest first."
"Okay," Zhou Xiannan nodded.
After saying goodbye to him, Nan Xi walked through the gate alone.
In the nighttime, her petite figure was enveloped by the soft moonlight, adding a layer of hazy beauty.
Zhou Xiannan did not move; he still leaned against the car in the same posture as before.
His tall figure under the moonlight looked strikingly handsome and distinguished, his demeanor exceptionally gentle.
Except for his father's death, he had never regretted anything in his life.
But at this moment, he felt deep regret.
Regret for not having met her sooner.
And regret for not meeting her at the right time.
Around ten o'clock at night, Fang Qinglian's birthday party ended.
