She gently leaned against Ah Ze's chest once more, in a place where even the lights seemed unable to reach, yet their bodies appeared to be draped in the glow of ten thousand stars.
At this moment, the world became extraordinarily quiet.
Gu Qiaoqiao let out a long breath, lightly embracing her man, who carried the familiar, clear scent she knew so well.
As she looked up, the man's starry eyes shone with a compelling light.
That light seemed to burn her entire being.
Her heartbeat raced, and so did her breathing.
Slender fingers gently stroked her jet-black long hair, caressing it bit by bit.
He slightly lowered his head, the clear scent mixed with a hint of intoxication and a trace of tenderness.
A crescent moon hung on the top of the crabapple tree in the courtyard, the moonlight gently enveloping them, as if something had isolated them from the world, creating a world of their own.
It also seemed as if all the sounds had drifted far away, making this place extremely quiet.