Chen Meng gently leaned her head against his left shoulder, and Chen Mo naturally wrapped his arm around her delicate waist.
"The fireworks are beautiful."
Chen Meng whispered.
It was her first time seeing such spectacular fireworks in person.
In her earlier years, she dedicated most of her energy to training to avenge her grandparents.
"Not as beautiful as you."
Looking at the breathtaking face of the long-haired beauty under the moonlight, with her eyes reflecting the dazzling fireworks, Chen Mo said softly.
Hearing this, Chen Meng's cheeks flushed red, but she pretended not to hear, also pretending not to notice Chen Mo's heated gaze, she just leaned in closer.
Then, the next second, she heard the soft yet passionate voice of the young man beside her:
"Mengmeng, I love you."
"Huh?"
Upon hearing Chen Mo's confession, an unprecedented feeling rose in the cool beauty's heart, her cheeks glistened like cherries.
Then she responded:
"I loved you a little earlier."
