The sky full of fireworks was romantic.
Qiao Zhiyi was someone who enjoyed such mundane pleasures.
What she hadn't expected was that Nie Yifan would do something even more common.
All around were happy people, their faces brimming with joyous smiles.
To be confessed to in such a setting was an incredibly wonderful and unique feeling.
Despite the sea of people and the constant cheers, Qiao Zhiyi heard the words "I like you" very clearly.
Her heart, like the brilliant fireworks above, suddenly burst open.
She was surprised and touched.
What woman wouldn't be happy to receive a confession like this?
She looked at Nie Yifan, and Nie Yifan looked back at her.
There were no convolutions, just honest eyes. That sincerity was visible.
"I know it's sudden, but it seems there's no better time than now to say these words. Even if you don't accept, I won't be unhappy. After all, there are so many fireworks blooming. This is my little trick."