Most of Mingshen's birthday passed uneventfully. Birthday wishes kept pouring in - only for him to keep his mobile on silent mode, for he was planning the grandest event by far in his life - confession.
He hadn't yet completely forgiven Jia yet, but that didn't put a brake on his plans.
Should I buy an entire beach? He wondered.
Privacy wouldn't be an issue and they could enjoy fireworks at night. Confessing amidst the crashing waves of sea, with feet half-buried in the sand didn't seem like a bad idea. Infact, he loved the idea of the salty breeze swaying the loose strands of her beautiful hair.
Or maybe on a mountain top? We will be the closest to the sky. The fireworks would look even prettier.
He already felt his heart zapping right past his ribcage, imagining how beautiful the light from the fireworks would shimmer across her face with a soft glow.
Spicy would look like a Goddess.
He paused.
She always looks like a Goddess.
