Heath stared blankly at the scene. Cynthia looked beautiful where she stood, as though she were between two starry skies. The late-night sea breeze blew gently, tousling Cynthia's hair and unsettling Heath's heart. To be honest, Heath was rather introverted and shy, which often left him passive in relationships. But at this moment, looking at Cynthia before him, at the galaxy in her eyes, his heart was in complete disarray. He did not even know what he was doing. All he knew was that he walked over, step by step, then took Cynthia's hand and stood right in front of her.
Cynthia was clearly caught off guard by Heath's sudden move, freezing for a moment. Her face was very red, and she was too embarrassed even to look at him, her gaze wavering. In those blinking eyes, Chen Ye saw his own reflection and the galaxy reflected behind him, while the quiet pier lent an intimate air to the atmosphere.
Heath slowly drew closer and closer. Cynthia was a little flustered, but she still closed her eyes, trembling. Heath could even see her eyelids fluttering continuously. He knew this girl was nervous, that his girlfriend was nervous, but he still leaned in without hesitation.
In an instant, Cynthia's eyelids fluttered even harder, as though she might open her eyes at any moment and look at her suddenly bold boyfriend with those eyes that reflected the galaxy. But she still did not open them, and her hands rested awkwardly beside her legs.
A long while passed. Heath had no idea how long it had been. His brain seemed to have lost all awareness, but surely a very long time had passed? In any case, when Heath came to his senses, all he felt was the taste of orange on his lips.