He Lingyi slowly opened her eyes, but she still didn't dare look down, only at his face.
Their gazes met. They were so close they could see their own reflections in each other's eyes.
He Lingyi's face flushed red. She let go of his hand, lowered her head, and whispered, "Let's go."
Jiang Sifan took her hand, and they walked the rest of the glass corridor.
He Lingyi's palms were sweaty, and his heart was pounding.
By the time they came down from the Guangzhou Tower, it was nearly dark.
Jiang Sifan took He Lingyi to a restaurant by the Zhujiang River. They got a table by the window with a view of the Guangzhou Tower at night.
The tower lit up, its lights—purple, pink, and blue—shifting and changing, their reflections shimmering on the Zhujiang River.
He Lingyi leaned against the window, gazing at the nightscape. "It's so beautiful!" she exclaimed. "Even more beautiful than the Oriental Pearl Tower!"
