Inside the house, Meng Xi'er had already taken her bath. She stood by the balcony in her bathrobe, watching the world outside. Her damp, long hair hung over her slender shoulders. Bathed in the soft, dim light, her delicate silhouette seemed to belong to a dreamy sprite, ethereal and beautiful.
Lu Yebai walked over to her, draping her in a jacket, "Careful, you might catch a chill."
Hearing his voice, Meng Xi'er turned to smile at him. Her bright, large eyes twinkled amid the dim light like shards of stars. Lu Yebai gazed profoundly into her eyes, reaching out to pull her into his arms.
Together, they stood on the balcony, observing the nocturnal view of Baisha City. In the distance, fireworks exploded, painting striking colours across the tranquil night sky.
Under the luminescence of the fireworks, Meng Xi'er's eyes shone even more brilliantly.
Raising her head to watch the fireworks scattered across the sky, she remarked with emotion, "So beautiful."