Yan Yan tilted his head slightly to the side and saw the young girl's gentle profile, flickering in the intermittent glow of fireworks. Even her pair of dark, clear eyes were illuminated brilliantly.
Her pale and frail little body stood there like a fragile firefly in the night, seemingly ready to vanish with the wind at any moment.
Something stirred in Yan Yan's heart, as if something long-suppressed had burst forth in that instant.
He could no longer control himself, his blood surged within him, and in almost an instant, he made a certain decision.
His phoenix eyes slightly narrowed with depth, suddenly he encircled her in his embrace from behind.
He bent slightly forward, moved to her ear, and with his thin lips lightly parted, spoke in a husky whisper that only the two of them could hear:
"Little Gua."
Yun Qiluo blinked, reluctantly drawing her gaze away from the fireworks to look at him.
She asked in a childish voice, "Beautiful woman, what's up?"
