Gu Qili stood stupefied on the steps of the hotel, on a star-strewn night like this, standing under the starry sky, his black suit almost blending into the darkness, yet seeming to glow alone there.
The fireworks in his hand flickered on and off, while his eyes resembled the vast universe, profound and boundless.
In this vast universe, she was his sole center, all his being revolved slowly around her, the enduring star.
Standing beside Gu Qili, Luan Yi was completely dumbfounded. Now it's past three in the morning, and in a few hours, it would be dawn.
Yet this man stood there with a clear and stern face waiting for his woman, without a hint of impatience, without a trace of anxiety, only filled with tenderness almost spilling out of his eyes.
She couldn't imagine that someone like Mu Shuoqian, a god-like figure, could also have such a mundane aspect—waiting for his girlfriend.
