Inside the room, Sheng Nian, who had suddenly been mentioned, immediately blushed.
It was both from shyness and from nerves.
As Nie Ge and Chu Yue's confession ended, a staff member reminded Sheng Nian, and he hurriedly asked the makeup and styling team to tidy up his appearance.
The Matchmaker Temple was soon decorated anew. Pure white jasmine filled the clearing, and gentle moonlight cast its pale glow over Sheng Nian as he sat beneath the temple's matchmaking tree.
He stared at the end of the bluestone path, his palms slightly sweaty.
In just a little while, Yan Feizhuo would walk toward him from there.
When the time came, a tall, straight figure appeared at the end of the path, walking steadily toward Sheng Nian, step by step, beneath the moon's clear glow.
Yan Feizhuo looked up, his gaze fixed firmly on the Omega beneath the tree hung with red silk.
His pace was neither hurried nor slow, and he stopped three or four steps in front of Sheng Nian.
This was his first glimpse of Sheng Nian that day, and his gaze unconsciously grew a little greedy.
"Baby."
Sheng Nian remained seated and looked up at him, his porcelain-white face glowing beneath the warm lights. "Feizhuo..."
When Yan Feizhuo saw the guitar strapped across his front, he seemed to understand something, and his lips curved slightly. "A surprise?"
His eyes curving, Sheng Nian nodded gently.
When he lowered his head again, his hands were already on the guitar strings. His fair fingers brushed across them, and a gentle melody began.
Sheng Nian parted his lips, his voice washing over everyone's ears like a clear, flowing stream.
"Fragments in the hazy drizzle
Pitter-patter, splashing into rain
Across the puddles, along the path
Peeking into the little courtyard in my memories