Yang Fei always did whatever he wanted to.
Mi Xuan, on the other hand, had long been holed up in the laboratory, out of touch with the world.
Yet, with her intelligence and broad-mindedness, she never cared about the looks from others.
The two played and frolicked in the musical fountain like children.
Yang Fei performed a street dance bursting with rhythm, while Mi Xuan clapped and cheered him on from the side.
Yang Fei looked at her white dress, soaked and clinging to her body.
Her curves and contours were all exposed, and he suddenly felt warm inside.
He lifted Mi Xuan up, spinning her around twice.
In the pouring rain, amidst Mi Xuan's dizzying world, the distance between them magically disappeared.
Half an hour later, Yang Fei, holding Mi Xuan, arrived at her apartment.
In the bathroom, Mi Xuan stood under the showerhead.
Mi Xuan had never realized how beautiful she was.
She looked at the beautiful girl in the mirror.
