The night was as dark as ink, and the moonlight cascaded down on the cypress forest.
Now, Shen Ruojing lifted her head and looked at the man before her.
Chu Cichen's originally tense body was slowly relaxing. His phoenix eyes were immeasurably deep, like the vast sky that was filled with stars. There seemed to be starlight gathering in his eyes.
His voice quavered a little as he asked, "518, do you want to see the Northern Lights?"
Shen Ruojing started. She fell silent for a moment before replying, "Yes."
"Do you want to see the pyramids of Eygpt?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to see the Babylon Skypark?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to see the blue flames of the Ijen Volcano?"
"Yes."
"Do you want to go to the Cape of Good Hope and surf the seas there?"
"Yes."
