Then the second, the third...
Li Mingxi looked up at the fireworks, realizing they were beautiful, but their bloom was too fleeting.
"So pretty, I want fireworks at my birthday party too, on the sea,"
came an envious voice from behind.
Wen Ning's birthday party was held on the yacht partly because only at sea could such fireworks be set off.
In the city, fireworks and firecrackers are prohibited.
Xiao Lang suddenly asked Li Mingxi, "Will you have them for your birthday?"
Li Mingxi glared at him.
Xiao Lang wondered if he had said something wrong.
He merely asked because she liked the fireworks.
Then he realized her 35th birthday was approaching; perhaps the mention of birthdays displeased her.
He indeed said the wrong thing...
Yet, thinking of the age, he realized they're both not young anymore, and they shouldn't delay any longer.
When Li Mingxi met him, she was not yet thirty; even when she fell for him, she was not thirty.
Now, she's about to turn thirty-five...
