The velvet texture of the roses was so deep red that it bordered on black. Petals scattered across the vast courtyard, slightly singed and curled just right, lending a sophisticated, romantic, and lingering mystery to the night.
They drove all the way to a secluded corner of the villa grounds.
Even Xu Si, accustomed to grand scenes, was momentarily dazzled.
Fireworks and roses strewn across the ground—either would seem cliché on its own. But together on a rainy night, amidst thick fog, they burst into life with a startling beauty.
"Your invitation came so suddenly, I only had enough time to book the nearby Rose Manor and fireworks stall," Pei Zhen said. "Hong Kong Island has too many rules; next time, come to the Underground City. Anything you want, I can give to you anytime."
Pei Zhen didn't share how he felt today, overseeing the surprise preparations while frantically searching for his lost love.
His voice was hollow, yet laced with a burgeoning desire.
