Fu Sichen looked at the woman in front of him, her laughter rich and full, and it seemed to connect with the pure, innocent smile she had seventeen years before.
It was a night sprinkled with stars just like this one.
The two of them had made their sincerest wishes under the meteor shower—
"I hope Brother Xiao Fu can be a little happier, just like me! Happy every day!"
"I hope Xuanxuan can always be this joyful, carefree, and happy."
Jiang Mian noticed the man's expression becoming increasingly gentle; his thin lips barely smiled, but they couldn't hide the warm and burning tenderness in his eyes.
Her whole body felt slightly on edge, and she unconsciously shrank into the tent a bit more.
It was like the calm before a storm.
Red alert level three!!
"Jiang Mian."
"What!"
"I want to do something."
Red alert level two!!!
Jiang Mian curled into herself, her expression particularly unnatural. Surely this man wasn't going to lose his senses like that.
