Cui Pei's return home startled Fan Yue awake.
She rubbed her eyes and sat up, watching him in his neat formal wear as he approached from the entryway, lit by a single wall lamp casting a warm glow over his shoulders. Suddenly, she remembered the night he proposed—the ambiance was just as dim, unclear. Friends had pushed her into a pile of balloons, and there he was, approaching in a similar outfit, holding flowers and a ring, kneeling on one knee in front of her, promising to always be faithful to her, to care for her for life.
Seeing her dazed expression, Cui Pei quickly walked up and crouched before her, "What's wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?" He instinctively wiped his lips and checked his fingers—no trace at all.
Fan Yue gazed into his face. The trials of the corporate world had added to his maturity, his youthful tenderness was now replaced by the firmness and ruggedness of a grown man.
