At this moment, it felt as if there was an invisible butterfly in the air, gently fanning its wings.
As Tang Yanqing, he had once thought with a small arrogance, what would be the reaction of the only girl in his life who heard his face-to-face confession in that subtle moment?
Would she blush immediately, infinite tenderness pouring into his arms?
Or would she stomp her foot playfully and say "You're bad," then turn and run away?
But somehow, none of these scenarios seemed to fit Shi Nian standing right in front of him.
So what would her reaction be? He couldn't wait any longer.
The invisible butterfly in the air had fanned its wings enough and suddenly turned around and left. The glow on its wings fell in a string, turning into tiny golden stars, scattering in the air.
As the glow faded away, Shi Nian's face was revealed, pale. She bit her lip slightly, stepped forward, close to him.
Could it be—an embrace?
