Mu Yingchen led the stunned Su Wanxia to the bridgehead, wrapping her soft small hand within his broad, warm palm.
He guided her slowly onto the lavish bridge body, where the colorful lights made the world around them as bright as day. Both sides of the bridge were adorned with roses of every hue—red ones seductive, pink ones delicate, white ones pure, and yellow ones gentle. The overwhelming fragrance was dizzying, making her feel as if she were standing in a sea of flowers.
Su Wanxia suppressed the pounding in her heart, astonished at everything before her, and let Mu Yingchen lead her step by step up the bridge.
Her mind involuntarily conjured up a memory that had once excited her—
"Su Wanxia! I love you!"
The cold and indifferent man stood atop the towering arch bridge, proclaiming his love loudly over the vast expanse of the South-to-North Water Transfer Project river. His voice echoed between the riverbanks, leaving her immediately in tears.