The pale blue crystal lights hanging from the steel frame shed roof cascaded down upon her cheeks.
They cast her face in a particularly cold and delicate light, quite ethereal!
Under the cheerful samba rhythm, she looked all the more lonely, and beyond the sadness was a maturity that saw through the superficiality of the world, like a begonia flower blooming at night—elegant and composed!
Shen Hanqian sipped her juice, her drooping eyelashes like two small fans, casting shadows in the hollows of her eyes. "Living a good life, recapturing his heart—it sounds so easy, but actually..."
A wave of melancholy filled her chest, making her involuntarily take a deep breath to suppress the heartache. "Men are like sand held in the hand; the tighter you grip, the more you lose..."
Su Yueze raised an eyebrow. "So, you mean to say that by letting him be, he might actually stay by your side?"
