╔═══ Author's note ════╗
Edited by Psycho S.
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Xuan Mu touched the handle of a door, "Will you accept my one thousand, eight hundred and thirty-ninth sorry?"
"Yea- ahhh?….Ah." Bing Shi was left speechless when he opened the door to the hotel's helipad. She couldn't help but show a very, very, very weird expression, "...囧...," which quickly switched into bewilderment.
The private occasion set for two was opulent, grand, dreamy, and luxurious. The flower-laden romantic dinner was held 205 meters up in the air on the hotel's helipad, arranged inside a heart-shaped dome. With the perfect soundtrack of a starry sky, candles, and classical music, the event looked quite dreamy. Impossibly so; the set up was almost unreal. And if one thought that was all, then the spectacular light show would surely leave one at a loss of words.
Xuan Mu coughed out awkwardly and immediately closed the door, "In one, two, three, we will jump into that approaching chopper."
