Handsome guys, beautiful girls, luxurious helicopter.
Passionate embraces and kisses, romantic and lingering.
Under the airflow of the spinning helicopter blades, hair flying wildly, clothes fluttering—it's an iconic scene, how could it not be thrilling?
Wet were not only Lu Yumei's eyes but also hers.
Apart from Lu Yumei, there were quite a few middle-aged men and women at the scene, all excited, all… you know.
It seems, beautiful, artistic, and proud love truly does move people, wetting your eyes...
By the time Zhao Han boarded the helicopter and the aircraft slowly spiraled upwards, elegant and striking, it drew a round of cheers.
Liu Zhizhong waved his hand again and again, until at the helicopter window, he could no longer see Zhao Han's pretty face, or her waving hand.
It was only then that Liu Zhizhong turned to walk back, Lu Yumei had already taken her seat in the car, feeling like she should probably change her "undies".
Ah, poor Lu Yumei, she was really shaken up!
