Wen Nuan's lips curved upward. The couple, about her age, looked striking. The girl wore a pink cardigan and faded jeans, while the boy was handsome in a thin gray sweater and jeans; they looked perfectly matched.
Spending the night by the river, simply enjoying the scenery, was perhaps a unique kind of romance.
Years from now, whether they were still together or had parted ways, if they ever came back to this spot, they would surely remember having spent a night sitting there, and the feeling would undoubtedly be very different from now.
Wen Nuan rested for a while. It was almost one o'clock. She called home, but no one answered, nor did anyone answer on the 45th floor. Ye Feimo still hadn't returned. Wen Nuan sighed. Perhaps he was celebrating with his friends, or perhaps he was in some corner she couldn't find.
For this birthday, she could only let down Ye Feimo's expectations.
She could only say she was sorry to him.
