The flashy red Ferrari ultimately stopped at the gate of Qiao Xiguan's villa.
The deep night hung with scattered stars, and the chilly early winter breeze swayed the bare branches, offering a desolate beauty in its starkness.
Qiao Xiguan glanced at the destination, smiled at Qin Yiyang, and opened the car door, ready to get out.
"Guan." Qin Yiyang held her hand.
In the warmth between their palms, it felt so warm.
Qiao Xiguan looked at him.
"I don't want you to regret," Qin Yiyang said deliberately, one word at a time.
"I won't regret it..."
"Once we're married, there's no reason to regret it."
"So what Master Qin is saying is, we should stick to tradition, and consummate the marriage after the wedding?" Qiao Xiguan asked him.
"That's roughly what I mean." Qin Yiyang looked at her, his fingers gently stroking her cheek, "For a serious marriage, I hope we're both cautious. Although I feel if I go back now, I'd regret it forever."
"Regret?"
