She has always had a strong sense of time, and she arranged today's time very well. It was neither late nor early, everything was just right.

She had to remind him again: "Doctor Han, don't take off the scarf in a hurry. Wait here for me for a while."

After saying that, Zhiyun was about to leave.

Suddenly, Han Qingrang grabbed her wrist and asked, "Where are you going?"

He was nervous because he couldn't see with his eyes blindfolded, so he could only grab her wrist accurately by feeling. He was afraid that she would leave.

Afraid that she would leave him here alone.

Zhiyun patted the back of his hand to calm him down. "Don't worry, I'll be back soon. Remember, don't take off the scarf."

"Zhizhi, where are you going?"

"I'm not going out. I'm staying in this room."

"Room?" He caught the word.

Zhiyun's lips were about to turn upwards, but she held back her laughter, fearing he would notice. "Well, we're in the room."

She pried his hand away, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon."

The moment she pulled her hand away, Han Qingling felt nothing in his hand. He waved his hand lightly but touched nothing.

As she left, the atmosphere around him became quieter, and he felt like he was in a small space with walls on all sides.

Han Qingrang took a step forward slowly. After taking two or three steps, he stretched out his hand and his fingertips touched the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window.

The glass was cold, but his fingertips were warm.

Slowly passing...

Time seemed to pass exceptionally slowly for him.

After a long time.

"Weave."

He called out, but no voice answered him.

He called several times in succession, but still no response.

Han Qingrang raised his hand and took off the silk scarf covering his eyes.

His vision was in darkness for a long time, and when he opened his eyes again, it was still dark. After a while, he realized that there was no light in the room.

He walked closer to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down. Thousands of lights were shining brightly. At just one glance, Han Qingrang knew exactly where he was.

The tallest building in Xihua is 100 stories high.

And now, he is on the 101st floor, a floor that is rarely known to people.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, the tall buildings at night looked like they were covered with jewel-studded clothes, and the streets became a galaxy of sparkling light.

Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the night was, Han Qingrang had no heart to stop and appreciate it.

He turned to leave.

Just at this moment——

There was a "chi" sound.

Cut through the sky.

Han Qingrang turned around and saw the golden light rising into the sky. When it reached a certain height, the golden light exploded brilliantly.

Then, the whole sky was filled with the most beautiful "sea of ​​flowers" along with the gorgeous fireworks.

After each firework blooms, it adorns the night sky like a star, so beautiful.

Han Qingrang was almost dazed as he watched the clusters of fireworks blooming in the sky. Every golden light that rose into the sky was accompanied by a large field of fireworks that bloomed at the same time.

The whole city was illuminated.

Behind.

When Han Qingrang was watching the fireworks and almost losing his mind, Zhiyun, who had dressed herself up again, walked slowly towards him in high heels.

The high heels made a slight sound, which was covered by the sound of the fireworks.

She came up behind him and he seemed to be aware of her presence.

Zhiyun snapped his fingers.

"Pah!"

The lights in the entire room lit up, and Han Qingrang turned around.

Zhiyun held the small cake in her hand and said, "It's past twelve o'clock. Now it's a new day. Happy birthday, Doctor Han."