
White Moonlight in Jet Lag
by Flowers Bloom On The Other Side
About This Novel
During the long transoceanic flight, Fu Sining's computer screen suddenly turned dark brown - the coffee sitting next to her was spilled by Gu Yuran, who was devouring the wedding dress design draft she had just saved. When he handed over the tissue, the pen on his sleeve was smeared with ink, like the panic that could not be hidden in this accident. When he landed, he left his business card, and she clutched the scrapped computer. No one took the embarrassment at an altitude of 10,000 meters seriously. Two days later, backstage at the Hangzhou Wedding Dress Exhibition. While checking the backup drawings, Fu Sining turned around and ran into a familiar embrace. Gu Yuran held the exhibition card in his hands, revealing the familiar pen in his suit pocket: "Let's take a look at the wedding dresses we may need in the future." He smiled, and the lines in the corners of his eyes were filled with light, which just made up for the sparkle missing in her design draft. She showed him the hand-stitched stars on the hem of her skirt, saying they were the night sky in Providence; he accompanied her on the Qiantang River, counting cruise ships, and talked about her persistence during court trials. From Beijing to Hangzhou, from the coffee-stained embarrassment to the smiles at each other in the corner of the exhibition hall, they finally understood: this encounter that began as an accident had already been adjusted to a heartbeat temperature by fate. When the shoulder line of his suit began to appear in her manuscript, when there were pieces of lace beside his notes, and in the fragrance of osmanthus, love had quietly completed the most unexpected design.
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