She had always been beautiful, but now this beauty seemed to be infused with a soul, uniquely magnificent.
"So beautiful," Mu Liang said.
Qiao Xia smiled, playing the role of a sweet elf fairy.
Qiao Xia slowly walked through the Flower Gate, down the path of flaming trees and silver blooms. Her gaze was immersed in a sky full of stars, focused intensely on his face, reflecting all the light of the rooftop.
"This is our evening. I hope that whenever we recall this night, every detail is perfect and heart-stirring." Mu Liang was a perfectionist fanatic; she was willing to go along with it all, even if in his eyes, she would be as beautiful as a painting no matter what she wore.
Exquisite white porcelain plates, delicate silver utensils, perfectly arranged food—all so perfect. Not far off, someone was playing the violin, elegant and passionate. Qiao Xia held back the tears in her eyes, looking at the handsome man in front of her.
