Knowing When to Stop, Returning to the Real World

The moonlight was like water, bright and pure.

The sea breeze blew past, carrying the sound of crashing waves as the seawater beat against the shore again and again, as if it would never stop.

The sea breeze stirred the window gauze, making the white curtains sway lightly without pause.

After more than two months apart, both of them wanted to tell the other in the most direct way possible just how much they had missed each other.

Words could sometimes be pale.

Love was not something spoken.

So things like WeChat connecting two hearts and phone calls pouring out one's feelings were all fake. When she sent you a WeChat message, did you know whose arms she was nestled in?

In this television drama, Jiang Hao had made a cameo in a minor role. The benefit was that he had secured two days off for Merlin.

He lay on a beach chair by the Miami shore, shaded from the sun by an umbrella. His whole body felt lazy and relaxed, completely at ease.

Jiang Hao wore sunglasses, but his eyes were anything but idle. Behind those lenses, his gaze constantly drifted over the bikini-clad beauties passing by.

A drink was suddenly held out in front of Jiang Hao, blocking his view.

Jiang Hao shifted his eyes away from the cup and saw a deep ravine.

Bottomless, indeed.

Merlin smiled at Jiang Hao. "Lots of beautiful women, huh?"

Jiang Hao took the drink and nodded very seriously. "As expected of Miami, a vacation paradise. It really is packed with beautiful women."

"But after looking around, I realized that my Little Fox is still the prettiest."

Jiang Hao's praise filled Merlin's face with a smile. She bent down and kissed him.

See?

That was the difference between Chinese and Americans. He