What she didn't realize was that in his eyes, the woman in his arms was far more beautiful than the scattered light in the sky.
No brilliance could match even a thousandth of her radiance.
As Su Xingyue gazed in trance at the aurora in the sky, Nan Yuling suddenly lowered his gaze and glanced at the time on his watch.
The time on his watch was still set to the domestic time back home.
And at that moment, it had just reached midnight in China.
A handsome face gently curved into a smile, he lowered his head, his thin lips pausing by her ear.
"Su Xingyue, happy birthday…" he murmured.
His deep voice resonated by her ear.
His tone now lacked its usual coolness, instead, it carried a rare tenderness…
...
Happy birthday…
Hearing his voice, Su Xingyue was taken aback.
She quickly turned her head in surprise to look at the man behind her.
Yes... she had almost forgotten. According to domestic time back home, it should be her birthday.