The moon was exceptionally beautiful tonight, its round figure hung high in the sky in the mid-September night.
The night wind carried the scent of the sea, stirring the white curtains by the window.
In another half an hour, it would be midnight.
An Yeran sat on the swing that Lu Xiu had prepared for her, one hand holding a bottle of Wahaha, the other busy with Candy Crush.
Outside the tower, the rhythmic sound of the ebb and flow of the sea was enveloping.
It was like some kind of beautiful symphony.
This tower was excessively high and incredibly enclosed.
Apart from the room at the very top having a window, none of the others had one.
Lu Xiu was not worried about An Yeran escaping.
After all, he had designed this grand tower himself.
In the hall below the tower, Lu Xiu was busy setting up the area.
His lips curled in a warm smile, his eyes as gentle as spring water.
Such happiness was rare for him these days.