Orion Diamante, 22:35;
Rong Xinghe stepped outside the opulent bungalow, the cool evening air brushing against her skin as she clutched onto the delicate shawl draped over her shoulders. Her breath hitched, fingers instinctively tightening around the stem of her wine glass. Her lips parted in awe, eyes widening at the soul-stirring sight before her.
Soft, golden lanterns glowed gently around a round platform bed, their light spilling through gossamer curtains that danced lazily in the breeze. The setup beneath the shed was a dream-like heaven, the warmth amid the chilly night.
It wasn't just the starlit sky that made her heart flutter, but the very intimacy of the space. Every detail, from the twinkling lights to the silken drapery, exuded a comfort that felt almost surreal. This was more than a mere dinner—it was a glimpse into his love for her. Ethereal, she thought, a soft smile touching her lips.
