"That's not necessarily the case," Xia Liang said, taking a handkerchief from his pocket. He rolled it into a ball and began rubbing it between his hands.
Under the lights at the restaurant's entrance, as Xia Liang worked his hands, white foam suddenly flew out. It grew more and more abundant, rising higher until it surrounded them completely. Then, the night sky above also filled with what looked like snowflakes, which descended slowly and, under the lamplight, created the illusion of a real snowfall.
Su Yi covered her face, weeping with joy. In that moment, she wasn't just shocked by the magic. Instead, she was moved by the incredibly romantic atmosphere Xia Liang had created. Paired with his intoxicating sweet words, it made her feel that everything was worth it.
"Let's go. Just like this, until our hair turns white," Xia Liang said, extending his hand. Su Yi, tears still streaming down her face, was too choked up to speak. She just nodded vigorously and placed her hand in his.
