The Twelfth Floor.
Qiao Yuxian leaned against Gu Yanjing, admiring the ring on her hand.
Suddenly, fireworks exploded outside, illuminating the room.
Making the room full of diamonds and gold even more dazzling.
Qiao Yuxian looked out the window.
Watching one firework after another outside.
Purple fireworks, in various shapes, lit up the sky.
So beautiful it felt like stepping into a dreamlike space.
Qiao Yuxian kept watching, and after a while, she walked to the window, watching the fireworks outside.
Just as she stood still, seven large characters appeared in the sky spelling "Happy Birthday Qiao Yuxian".
A look of surprise appeared in Qiao Yuxian's eyes.
She turned to Gu Yanjing: "Did you see that?"
"Yes." Gu Yanjing walked to her side and kissed her once more, "Happy birthday."
"Thank you." Qiao Yuxian stood by the window, watching the fireworks continuously bursting outside.
