Tan Jie carefully folded the lotus-scented garment and put it away inside the suit, where it was hard to spot. That handsome, luxurious suit was the very one from the masquerade ball. He Yue remembered it clearly: the black satin bow tie had a short thread sticking out. They walked into the spotlight, becoming the ones everyone admired.
Zhan Shuyan, you came against the light, worthy of every beautiful thing in this world.
He Yue, just the right touch of sweetness, with you, Liang Sheng.
The plum wine left him tipsy, and its warmth stirred a pleasant heat. After all these years, Zhan Shuyan once again felt the thrill of breaking free from a cage. Like those handsome bad boys, he filled his life with joy. Now that everything had fallen into place, he bared his upper body and burrowed into the wardrobe to search, tossing two wrinkled souvenir shirts onto the bed: the two from the amusement park with their letters out of place.
Yan Shu, Yue He. Seeing you now is worth more than all the mountains and rivers.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.
