Xixia's clear eyes shimmered with a watery glow at this moment. Her delicate lips gently curled into a smile, radiating deep infatuation and love, as she gazed at the man she adored. A warmth filled her heart, spilling over into every inch of her being, her veins pulsing with the tenderness of a woman in love.
Under the dazzling brilliance of countless baby's breath and calla lilies, Gu Jingchen's violin had somehow fallen silent. The man had already lowered the elegant instrument from his neck, and the player behind him began to softly emit the strains of "Paradise of Love." The music, resonant and fluid, reverberated through the tranquil night, hovering and spiraling in the air.
"My love, may I ask you for a dance?"
