The fireworks outside vanished as soon as they erupted, yet they planted eternal seeds deep within the heart, slowly taking root and growing.
"Huh," Beitang Yao's low voice lingered again by her ear, "What did you call me just now?" He was sure he wanted to hear it once more.
That utterance landed right in his heart, making him unable to extricate himself.
Xia Qingqian's face instantly flushed red, she lowered her head, recalling how she had called him just now, leading Beitang Yao to hold it so tightly to heart... The scene replayed in her mind, a name steeped in intimate atmosphere suddenly echoed by her ear...
Yao!
That's how she called him, and she did so with abandon! She even immersed herself in the atmosphere shared between lovers, calling his name so ambiguously, stirring endless imagination.
