The moonlight tonight is especially enchanting, like a sheer veil draped over the bright city, mysterious and romantic.
Luo Shangqing's car stopped at the entrance of Mu Chenxi's residential complex. The two did not rush to get out, but sat quietly in the car, neither speaking. They simply enjoyed the peaceful night together.
After a while, Mu Chenxi turned her head to look at him, just as his gaze met hers—four eyes interlocking, one playful, the other serene. Under the moonlight, there seemed to be a lingering sentimentality, and the beautiful feeling slowly spread throughout the car.
Mu Chenxi felt a bit embarrassed and cracked a sheepish grin: "I should go up then."
"Okay," Luo Shangqing's eyes were exceptionally clear in the moonlight.
Mu Chenxi opened the car door, not forgetting the pile of soft toys on the back seat, which she clutched in her arms, making her walk a bit awkwardly.
Through the gap between the toys, she said "bye" to him.
