Jiang Ruan raised her eyes, her thick eyelashes tinged with moisture, an inexplicable sense of fragility.
Bao Ye felt a pang of heartache, his arm tightened around her waist, his dark eyes stared directly at her, exuding an undeniable tenderness.
"You're not alone."
"You have me."
The magnetic voice entered her ear, brighter than the fireworks outside for Jiang Ruan.
The most beautiful love words in the world are just like this.
The atmosphere was perfect, Jiang Ruan's heartbeat accelerated, she pouted: "My feet hurt, I don't want to wear high heels anymore."
Bao Ye glanced down at them, indeed they were quite high: "Then take them off?"
As he said that, he stopped moving, ready to release her waist and bend down.
"I'll do it myself." Jiang Ruan said, reaching down to tear off the tape, kicking off her high heels, which landed beside the rose petals.
Without the high heels, Jiang Ruan suddenly became much shorter compared to Bao Ye.
