Lin Li's lowered arm naturally wrapped around her waist, her warm curves felt through the fabric, his fingertips unconsciously hooking onto the knitted edge of her hem.
Their breaths gradually became steady amid the intertwined fabrics, Chen Yu Ying's hand slowly released from his back, clasping onto it.
The fireworks seemed to know who they were truly serving, dying out at just the right moment, leaving only snow-white ashes floating on the river's surface, while the drone descended to the ground and disappeared across the riverbank.
And so, only the faint moonlight was left openly spying on the two of them.
"Are you sad?" Lin Li suddenly spoke.
"Sad about what?" Chen Yu Ying asked, somewhat puzzled, opening her eyes and looking up.
"Sad about a failed confession," Lin Li said with a smile.
"Who? ... Who failed at confessing?"
Chen Yu Ying was momentarily stunned, then realized what Lin Li meant, feeling a mix of amusement and shyness as she teased back.
