He noticed that quite a few people were still secretly observing them, and he knew that even if she couldn't see, she wouldn't like such stares. So he simply moved a huge flower basket from the side and used it to block their view.
Then, he sat back down next to Shen Zhiyi and took her hand.
“Baby will no longer be alone in the dark, I'm with you.”
Shen Zhiyi's eyelashes drooped.
"There must be some really beautiful lighting at the exhibition, right?"
"Hmm." Xie Huaiyang looked at her gentle eyes and said softly, "I already told you when we came in that there are several types of lighting."
"But now..."
He unbuttoned his suit jacket, pulled her down onto the back of the sofa, and covered them both up.
"Now, it's just you and me in the darkness."
He shut himself out of the noise.
Let's define a space for them together.
A world that belongs only to them.
Shen Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat.
His coat was oversized and had his own unique, cool, and rugged scent.
Wild and untamed.
Just like him, he acts recklessly and without any rhyme or reason.
But it made her feel inexplicably at ease.
She heard her own breathing, intertwined with his.
Whether it was the thin air or the strong scent of his hormones, her heart was racing and her cheeks were flushed.
“Baby…” Xie Huaiyang moved closer, his hot breath spraying on her forehead, his gaze lowered, and he said softly, “I can’t see anything now either.”
"I can only see you."
"You are so beautiful."
Shen Zhiyi's ears turned bright red instantly.
She clutched his coat tightly, embarrassed and annoyed, and said, "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"It's all inside the suit jacket. It's so dark, how could anyone see me? What's so beautiful about that..."
She recalled his spirited and dashing appearance in her memory.
That kind of face has always been eye-catching, arrogant and flamboyant.
I wonder what he looks like after all these years.
Shen Zhiyi felt inexplicably regretful.
"I'm not talking nonsense." Xie Huaiyang's voice was hoarse, his eyes fixed on her in the darkness. "I don't use my eyes to see, I use my heart."
"In my heart, you are always the most beautiful."
Despite his notorious reputation, he had never uttered such sweet words to anyone.
When I'm with her, everything seems to fall into place naturally.
In his heart, she was the sum of all beautiful words, and of course deserved all the praise in the world.
He feared that these shallow words could not express even a fraction of his feelings.
He was even more afraid that she would think he was frivolous.
Shen Zhiyi lowered her eyelashes.
My mood is like a pink bubble, now covered with a layer of gray.
"Once you regain your memory, perhaps you won't think that way anymore," she said, her voice filled with melancholy.
His amnesia seemed to have completely erased the distance between them.
Those sharp memories of the past have now become the softest water plants, drifting gently in the silent waters of memory.
But once all that fades away, everything will eventually reveal its true form, revealing the shifting sands and struggles at the bottom of the river.
When did they ever get close to each other?
Xie Huaiyang moved closer to her, cupped her face in his hands, turned her cheeks toward him, and gently rubbed her cheeks with his fingertips.
No, it won't.
His voice lost its nonchalant tone, becoming more resolute than ever before: "I will always think this way."
He has always thought this way since he was a child.
In the darkness, Shen Zhiyi could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
The sounds were deafening.
His breath pressed down from above, powerful yet profound.
She felt his breath slowly drawing closer, stopping an inch from her lips. His voice, restrained yet trembling, carried a burning heat as he softly asked her:
"Can I kiss you, baby?"
Never before had he wanted to kiss her with the memory in his heart more than now.
Away from the hustle and bustle of the crowd.
Outside that distant greenhouse where she had been rejected.
Now, in a time that belongs only to her and him.
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