"No, no, I'm fine,"
Lan Shu leaned into Qing Sihouai's embrace, enduring her physical aversion while feigning overwhelming emotion. "Thank you."
"What are you saying? You're my wife, we don't need to say thank you to each other."
Qing Sihouai constantly monitored Lan Shu's attitude towards him, sensing a slight softening in her hardened heart. Seizing the moment, he pressed on, "As long as you are safe, happy, and joyful, I am content."
His simple, unadorned words, coupled with his seemingly 'sincere' expression, made them appear even more genuine.
Too bad for him…
Lan Shu was no longer the Shu Yao she once was, nor would she be deceived by Qing Sihouai again.
Her luminous eyes gazed at Qing Sihouai, she lightly pursed her red lips, lowered her head, avoiding his intense gaze, and pushed him away. "Why did you bring me here?"
"Ah? Oh, that…" Qing Sihouai, still captivated by Lan Shu's previously 'affectionate' glance, hadn't quite snapped back to reality.
He ran a hand through his slicked-back hair, then opened his trench coat, placing one hand in his trouser pocket, and declared with supreme confidence, "Follow me."
His movements were fluid, perhaps a bit affected, but undeniably, every gesture exuded the charm of a mature, sophisticated man that could captivate countless young girls.
However, Lan Shu remained completely unmoved.
She nodded slightly and followed him towards the center of the plaza.
Suddenly, a whistle-like sound pierced the air, accompanied by a spark that shot into the night sky, exploding into a riot of colorful fireworks with a bang. The scattered fireworks then burst again, forming a larger bloom that illuminated the entire night sky, appearing dreamlike and exceptionally beautiful.
More fireworks shot up into the night one after another, bursting into dazzling displays.
As Lan Shu was gazing at the fireworks in the night sky, a series of rapid pops and bangs sounded from not too far away. Fireworks resembling a peacock's tail unfurled above the river, creating an inverted waterfall of light that evoked the imagery of "a waterfall plunging three thousand feet, as if the Milky Way had fallen from the ninth heaven."
The sky was filled with stars, brilliant and dazzling.
"A fireworks show?" Lan Shu asked, admiring the display.
"Do you like it?"
"Yes, I do." She nodded in affirmation.
She indeed liked it, but only the fireworks themselves.
Still, such clumsy attempts at wooing held no appeal for Lan Shu.
Buzz buzz buzz—
Suddenly, a buzzing sound echoed around them. Lan Shu's brow furrowed, a hint of wariness in her expression.
As she turned her head to survey her surroundings, she realized that numerous drones were hovering nearby.
Countless drones slowly ascended, circling in the sky above the center of the plaza. Suddenly, petals scattered from the drones, drifting with the wind and falling to the ground like a petal rain.
Then, the drones began forming various shapes in the night sky.
But the shapes all seemed vaguely familiar to Lan Shu.
"Do you find it familiar?" Qing Sihouai asked from beside her.
Because the fireworks in the distance were continuously blooming and the noise was considerable, Qing Sihouai, as if afraid she couldn't hear him, raised his voice.
Lan Shu nodded.
In the sky, the 'petal rain' showed no signs of stopping, falling gracefully. A few petals even landed on Lan Shu's head.
Qing Sihouai pursed his lips, a smile appearing on his face, making his sexy, mature, and slightly devilishly charming face even more handsome.
"Think carefully, see if you can recall anything?" As he spoke, Qing Sihouai reached out, picked a petal from the top of her head, sniffed it, and then opened his hand, allowing the night breeze to blow the petal away.
Every word and action was elegant and distinguished, comparable to a noble scion born into a wealthy family, possessing a noble temperament.