"Revive, my love."
Seeing the match nearing its end, Huang Kaiwen laughed and patted Lily.
Lily snorted a soft nasal sound, still refusing to get up.
"Get up quickly, the championship ceremony is about to start."
"Carry me."
Lily extended her arms and said coquettishly.
Huang Kaiwen bent down and directly picked up Lily.
When they reached the first floor of Wembley, she jumped out of Huang Kaiwen's arms.
But her steps were still wobbly, much like the club-goers outside a London nightclub at 4 AM.
As the referee blew the whistle signaling the end of the match, the score was frozen at 8:2.
Chelsea's coaching staff and substitutes rushed into the field to celebrate wildly.
The scene erupted with chants of "Champion, Champion."
Huang Kaiwen directly held Lily's hand and walked into Wembley together.
"Kevin!"
"Kevin!"
"Kevin!"
Huang Kaiwen squeezed Lily's small hand and waved towards the stands.
