If you are the moon, then I am the sun that lights you up. If you are a star, then I am the clouds that surround you. If you are the sun, moon, and stars, then I am all the rivers and mountains.
Zhao Yaojie appeared in front of An Yue completely without warning. He was dressed in a suit and wearing a pair of super-cool black sunglasses. Before getting out of the car, he deliberately swept his coat back with a flamboyant flourish. Then he took off his sunglasses, glanced at An Yue, and put them back on. Zhao Yaojie smoothed his hair with a gesture so over-the-top and shameless it was almost adorable.
Zhao Yaojie was performing mouth music: he was whistling. He played a love song, smiling as he gazed intently at An Yue. It was as if everything around them had faded away. There was only him and her, and no one else. She was in his eyes, in his heart, and on his mind. Her face had long since taken root deep in his heart, the source of his endless longing and wistful dreams. Watching him quietly, An Yue saw her own reflection in his eyes. The scene was surrounded by pink bubbles, so intimate it made hearts race and even sent pulses fluttering.
