Even without looking, even if she had lost all five senses at this very moment, Xie Antong knew perfectly well who could be sitting there.
—Joy.
Amid the crowd's chants, the thousand-meter dragon slowly coiled upward, like a red ribbon being tied around the already ruined Eiffel Tower.
As it neared the top of the tower, the chair beneath Xie Antong began moving along the dragon's back.
With the dragon dance troupe working in perfect unison beneath her, the chair was pushed forward bit by bit.
Under the torchlight, Xie Antong's lips curved slightly upward as she kept staring at the presence atop the tower.
At last, she stood up. Her toes tapped lightly against the dragon's back a few times before she stepped onto its head. The dragon lowered its head, then abruptly raised it with force, sending her flying!
Her body was as light as a swallow in the air. After a graceful flip, she landed atop the very peak of the tower, face-to-face with that somewhat familiar figure.
It's been so long. Waiting has started to irritate me.
Joy slowly raised her head before Xie Antong. That stunning face, one Xie Antong had seen countless times before, looked at her with a smile that was not quite a smile.
"You have a heart? What is there for you to be irritated about?" Xie Antong said with a smile, then positioned her chair on the tower's tip and sat down.
"I was the one who couldn't wait any longer. I thought that since you'd already said it, you would come at once. Didn't expect you to drag your feet like this."
Hehe, I like you better like this than before.
Rather than becoming angry at Xie Antong's mockery, Joy's eyes held even more of the desire one felt