Lin Xinyue could never have imagined that after she pressed the button, the ensuing event would become an affirmed joy she could never forget in her lifetime.
In the long river of time over the next few decades, every time she recalled this event, she would feel as if she were back at the moment when she first fell in love with Gu Yu.
Three seconds after pressing the button, countless small points of light rose into the eastern sky above Modu.
These points of light, upon reaching the height of the sky, instantaneously burst into colorful fireworks, as if the sky had become a dream, and she was in the midst of it.
One after another, even the city lights below could not match half the splendor of this moment.
They first spread out simply into a swath of points of light, then formed the shape of a heart, and soon after exploded into the surnames of two people.
