Qiao Mu raised her head and met Li Yan's gaze. Under the dim light, his pitch-black eyes blended into the pitch-black night sky above her head. It was as if there were stars in his eyes that twinkled, causing her heart to race.
At this moment, she was so happy that she wanted to cry.
She had felt that she was already very happy countless times, but every time, he could create a deeper beauty for her, making her feel that she was always immersed in happiness.
This man did not know how to be romantic, but he had given her the romance that she had been looking forward to.
Whether it was a proposal or every festival, he had prepared for her with all his heart.
It was as if she could read her mind. She could read her mind and everything she did made her so excited that she wanted to scream.
The fireworks in the sky were so beautiful that they seemed unreal. Qiao Mu's heart skipped a beat, and she stood on her tiptoes to kiss Li Yan's lips.