Millions of clusters of golden threads spilled in all directions, like a gigantic weeping willow suddenly blooming, each branch imbued with a burning white flame, the edges gradually tinged with orange-red, then transitioning to deep purple.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Amidst the continuous rumble, colorful streams of light interweaved in the sky, blossoming into fleeting flowers.
In such clamor, Ding Yi momentarily forgot to speak, just staring dumbfoundedly at the brilliant night sky as if it were within reach.
...
Is it cliché?
It's actually quite cliché.
No matter which film or TV show, when portraying romance, they always like to take the male and female leads to a desolate wilderness and have some skyrocketing fireworks as a backdrop... this kind of scene is nothing new, and can even be said to be a bit formulaic.
But in such haste, Zhou Wang couldn't think of a better idea, after all, Ding Yi appeared suddenly, and there was no time for him to prepare.
