Silver metallic lines exuded a sense of modern technology, leading directly to the partially-open end.
The bright red roses in the vase juxtaposed with modern technology created an indescribable shock.
Fu Sichen's gaze quickly got drawn to something hidden behind a black cloth.
Jiang Mian's lips curved slightly, finally seeing this large object.
Fu Sichen stepped forward and lifted the black cloth, revealing a large puzzle framed behind it.
The puzzle depicted a photo of him and Jiang Mian embracing under a street lamp.
Fu Sichen lowered his eyes, his fondness evidently overflowing as their gazes met. Jiang Mian was startled for a second.
That look—
Somewhat serious.
Fu Sichen wouldn't be taking himself for an idol now, would he?
She suddenly felt quite unaccustomed to it.
Jiang Mian extended her slender, delicate hand, her tone playfully coquettish, "It took me several days. Searching for puzzle pieces made my eyes hurt, and my hands too."
