Summer Ford was taken aback, her gaze stiffly turned around.
The fireworks outside the balcony were still continuing, crackling and popping, one after another.
It was an incredibly beautiful fireworks feast, with colors of enchanting purple light; beams of light breaking through the skies, like hot springs gushing forth, intertwining and transforming in the air, finally morphing into shapes of snow lotus flowers scattered across the sky, as if a dreamy meteor shower was falling.
Summer Ford quietly stared outside for quite a while, furrowing her brows suspiciously.
The phone rang at the right moment, the caller ID showed Ethan Laurent's name.
Summer Ford glanced at his continually flashing portrait on the screen, stiffly picking up the call.
Borrowing his words from just now, she asked, "What's up? Boarded the plane?"
"Come out!" Ethan Laurent's voice was rather domineering.
