After being divorced by the top streamer, I became his white moonlight

Putting on clothes quickly, "Of course I'm going to see fireflies. How can we not do something memorable on our wedding night."

"..." He Qiudu took a deep breath, and walked silently to the bathroom.

Last year, there were not a few adult insects in the firefly restoration base, but now, as far as the eye can see, there are already groups of fireflies.

On a summer night, the air is clear and fragrant, and everything is hazy and dark.The night stretches, like a velvet curtain that spreads infinitely, only the flickering fluorescent lights flying around, instantly illuminating the lush vegetation.They are the river of stars, the long array of lamps, and the elves who guard the village.

The two sat side by side on the grass, quietly watching the fireflies flying tirelessly.After a long time, He Qiudu opened his mouth and said, "I only regret one thing so far."

Lin Yaoran asked, "What?"

"It would be great if I could say that sentence at that time." He Qiudu looked at him, "When watching fireflies with you, I really have a lot of things in my heart that I want to say to you."

Lin Yaoran pursed her lips.In fact, even if He Qiudu didn't say anything, he still understood.

Whether it is the firefly in the gauze pocket, the trembling knuckles of the boy when he quietly held his hand, or the star-like light in the bright black eyes, all, all of them are the proof of sincere heart.

This will will always be firm, precious, and unshakable.

Lin Yaoran gently rested her head on his shoulder, "Then let me talk."

"He Qiudu, I like you."

"I really really love you."

"In this world, the person I love the most is you."

He Qiudu's eyelashes trembled, and he suppressed the flickering light in his eyes.

"Yaoyao, can you say it again?"

Lin Yaoran stretched out her arms to hug him, and cuddled tightly against his chest, so that her voice and heartbeat could resonate at the same frequency.

"I love you."

"He Qiudu, I love you."

"I love you the most in the world."

Over and over again, the speaker will never tire of saying it, and the listener will never tire of listening to it no matter how many times.

Yeah, after all—

Who would think there are too many stars,

Every star revolves in space.

Who would think too many flowers,

Every flower is full of spring.

Say, you love me, you love me, ringing the silver bell.

Just remember, you still have to love me with your soul, silently.