Hearing these words, Qiao Xiaomai's eyes welled up with tears, barely holding them back, "Yes, it's wonderful. I can unabashedly be in love with you now, no need to hide anymore."
"What nonsense are you saying? This is already great. Each night I can walk in the moonlight, under the starlight to see you, my whole heart turns sweet."
From head to toe, even her hair felt sweet.
The tear drops in Qiao Xiaomai's eyes began to accumulate, and she choked, "What we are doing is actually being sneaky and secretive."
"No, I think it's romantic." The smile on Tong Sanlang's handsome face grew wider, his tone as gentle as the moonlight overhead, "I've never looked forward to the night more than I do now. You, you are a more beautiful sight than the moon and stars."
He softly sighed, "Xiaomai, I'm happy. Really happy."