บท 922: 99 Wishes (7)

The colours of the fairy lights in the tree kept changing, showering his white shirt with swirling colors, lending the man a mythical air.

Song Qingchun, I wish you'll turn around at this moment.

And there he was…

Such a wonderful blessing.

The tears that finally stopped started to fall once more. In that instant, the gorgeous scenery had fallen away to leave behind this wonderful man. There was quite a distance between them, so she couldn't see the expression on his face clearly, but she could feel his gaze on her.

She took several steps forward and stopped when she could make out his face. She curled her teary face into a smile and flashed a toothy grin at him. He stood where he was, staring at her, unmoving.

The public kept walking before them, but they held each other's gaze. The greater her tears, the bigger her smile. Perhaps influenced by her smile, eventually, his expression softened with gentleness.