The road ahead is much dimmer than what lies behind.
Yet at this moment, Zhang Fengmian's heart is warm.
Because in his life, there is no longer a dim star, but a radiant sun.
He once thought he would become her sun, giving her warmth, giving her light, illuminating her life.
But now he realizes that his heat is not enough.
He himself needs a sun.
Li Zishu will be his sun in the future.
When Li Zishu returned to the banquet, she couldn't suppress the upward curve of her lips.
It caused a group of young ladies to laugh nonstop.
Each exchanged glances, teasing her with their eyes about what she had just been doing with Zhang Fengmian.
Li Zishu understood in her heart.
In fact, her two closest sisters knew that the handkerchief was not given by her.
Her embroidery skills were far worse than that of the handkerchief.
But they didn't ask much.
They accepted her lie, pretending not to know anything.
Li Zishu lowered her voice, "I'll treat you to something delicious later!"
