"It's pretty…" Mu Xiaoxiao looked up and admired the beautiful sight. Her pupils were dilated and she didn't even want to blink, staring fixedly at the spectacular sight.
Yin Shaojie, who had an arm around her, pressed his lips against her hair and said, "It is pretty."
However, the most beautiful thing right now is still you.
The corners of his mouth held a soft smile.
On the other hand, Han Qiqing was jumping around excitedly. "It's so, so beautiful! It's simply too beautiful!"
She even held onto Song Shijun's arm and shook it violently.
Song Shijun was unable to take her torture and chuckled bitterly. "Stop shaking me!"
"It's too beautiful! Don't you think it' beautiful?"
"It is, of course it is. But you can't just shake me around like this."
Song Shijun looked at the night sky, now resplendent with bright lights.
He admitted that the sight was shockingly beautiful.