Thorny crimson roses covered the entire rooftop, leaving only a double-wide aisle and a heart-shaped platform.
At that moment, the breeze felt refreshing, blowing across Xiao Ye's face and sending his fine hair flying.
The bright red sunlight pierced through from beyond the mountain's peak, its faint shine falling upon him, skimming over his defined, handsome face, and landing on the sea of vibrant roses at his feet.
"Xiao Ye!"
Just then, a crisp and melodious voice sounded from the stairway door.
He turned his head, and nearly couldn't take his eyes off what he saw.
Qingcheng's beautiful eyes were swirling with affection, her cheeks tinged pink, her black hair pulled up in a high ponytail. She wore a jk-style miniskirt, her long legs wrapped in mysterious, high-level black stockings, and on her feet were white sneakers bursting with youthful energy.
