But at different times and in different settings, there is always a way to stir a different kind of heartache.
After the kiss, Henry Ronan wiped the mark off her lips with his thumb and said hoarsely, "Do you want to set off fireworks?"
Lucy Ansley was slightly out of breath, and after a few seconds, she glanced at the guesthouse not far away, her eyes filled with a trace of distant memory and anticipation.
She hadn't set off fireworks in a long, long time.
...
Meanwhile, Eva Ronan was sitting nonchalantly in the living room watching TV.
Though she said she wanted to watch the Spring Festival Gala, her mind had long drifted elsewhere.
However, just over ten minutes later, her phone on the armrest began to ring.
It was WeChat.
Eva opened it casually and in an instant, her beautiful and regal face was covered with a layer of scornful frost.
She knew it, how could Max Shaw, that sticky pest, be so kind as to let her watch TV in the living room!
