"An Ruo," Music Square is putting on quite a show; if you're interested, go and have a look. I think you definitely won't regret it,"
An Xin's words were thick with schadenfreude.
An Ruo got into the taxi; at that moment, the night was deep, and the city's neon lights flickered like a city that never sleeps.
After a while, she suddenly said, "Driver, please go to Music Square."
Once she got out of the car, An Ruo walked into the square and saw many people lining up to get roses.
Next to the grand musical fountain, all kinds of roses were piled up, dreamlike under the lights, resembling a sea of flowers.
The towering, trendy skyscrapers, like festival lights only hung out during celebrations, shone brilliantly.
An Ruo looked up and saw several words twinkling from the skyscraper.
Miss Xue, Happy Birthday.
Who was celebrating whose birthday?
