Really.
Someone appeared instantly.
Like the handsome male lead on TV, flying over the sky from the neighboring villa, graceful and effortlessly charming.
Reflected in Isabella Lindsey's pupils, incomparable and unmatched.
"Wife."
The man gradually descended, steadily landing by her side, lowered his head, and gazed at her intently, "Do you like this evening?"
"...Yes," Isabella Lindsey said blankly.
"Then... shall we celebrate with flowers?"
Saying this, the man gave a mischievous smile, as if performing magic, he lightly tossed his long arm into the air, instantly showering red rose petals.
One petal.
Another petal.
And another...
Falling in her hair, resting on her shoulder, brushing across her face...
Amidst a sea of red candles on the ground, she looked like a beautiful bride.
Unusually romantic.
"Wife, you are truly beautiful."
The man couldn't resist, parted his lips, and kissed her smooth forehead deeply.
Like a warm raindrop.
