You Are More Beautiful Than a Shooting Star

Hearing this, Meng Qianyu quickly looked up: "Where?"

"It's already gone~"

"Oh, I didn't even see it!"

"It's okay, there will be more. Come on, let's watch from the car."

"Okay."

As they spoke, the two returned to the viewing seats and looked up at the night sky.

Two minutes later, another bright meteor streaked across the sky and vanished.

"Wow!! Brother Su Yang, I saw it!"

Meng Qianyu excitedly pointed at where the meteor had fallen and shouted.

Su Yang smiled slightly: "Is this your first time seeing a shooting star?"

"Yes, it is~"

"Then remember to make a wish when the next one appears. It's said to be very effective~"

"But it flies too fast. I can't make a wish in time."

"It's fine. As soon as you see one, just close your eyes and make a wish."

"Okay!"

The two sat quietly on the viewing seats of the Rolls-Royce Cullinan. Closer was the starlight headliner of the trunk, while in the distance, the endless night sky held the real, boundless expanse of stars.

If a fitting BGM were playing now, the scene would be the epitome of romance.

As time passed, the shooting stars gradually increased in number.

Meng Qianyu watched the fleeting meteors, hurriedly clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and made a wish.

'I hope I can be with Brother Su Yang for the rest of my life. If possible, I want to be his bride~'

A few seconds later, she opened her eyes.

Su Yang turned to look at her exquisitely beautiful profile and asked with a smile: "Finished wishing?"

"Mhm~"

"What did you wish for?"

Meng Qianyu played coy: "I can't say. It won't come true if I tell you~"

"Alright then~"

Su Yang opened another bottle of cola and handed it to Meng Qianyu: "Here, have a drink of cola~"

"Okay."

Meng Qianyu took the cola with a beaming smile, took a sip, glanced at Su Yang, then quickly averted her gaze back to the sky.

Next, another meteor tore across the dome of the sky, its icy-crystal light trail ripping through the curtain of night.

Then came the second, the third, the fourth... Silver-white arrows of light wrapped in pale purple tails burst into tiny galaxies within their upturned pupils.

[Ding. Detected that the host is watching a breathtaking meteor shower, feeling extremely excited and thoroughly enjoying the present moment. Reward: 5 million.]

Watching the increasing meteor shower, a dazzling light flickered in Meng Qianyu's eyes. Whether from nervousness or excitement, her body began to tremble slightly.

"Brother Su Yang, it's so beautiful! I don't even know how to describe this scene anymore. I love watching the meteor shower with you!"

Su Yang smiled: "You picked a great spot. Tonight's trip was definitely worth it~"

"Yeah, it's such a pity my sister and the others didn't come. I really wanted to share such a beautiful sight with them."

"Can't be helped. They were all tired today. There will be other chances to watch together in the future."

"Mhm mhm~"

At ten past midnight, the Perseid meteor shower reached its peak intensity. Meteors, like shining blue-white diamonds, streaked rapidly across the black night sky.

Meng Qianyu was beyond excited. She jumped out of the car, walked forward, spread her arms, and looked up at the starry sky.

Su Yang also quickly followed and stood by her side.

"Brother Su Yang, quick, quick, take a picture!"

"Okay!" Su Yang set up the camera again and started shooting.

"Ahhh!!" Meng Qianyu shouted joyfully.

Su Yang fiddled with the camera, smiling and shaking his head, letting her release her emotions freely.

After taking several stunning photos, Meng Qianyu walked over to Su Yang, linked her arm with his, and tilted her head to rest it on his shoulder.

The two stood quietly like that. Unconsciously, Meng Qianyu's somewhat cold hand stealthily approached, her fingertips inadvertently brushing against the warmth of Su Yang's hand.

Warmth and slight coolness intertwined, heartbeats quietly accelerating in the silence.

Feeling Meng Qianyu's cold hand, Su Yang grabbed her jade-like hand.

"Why are your hands so cold? Are you chilly?"

"A little bit now~"

"I told you to wear more, but you didn't listen. Wait here."

As he spoke, he let go of Meng Qianyu, turned, walked to the rear door, opened it, and pulled out one of his own jackets from a black bag inside.

Su Yang brought the jacket over and draped it over Meng Qianyu's shoulders.

"Give me your hands." Su Yang said, grabbing both of Meng Qianyu's cold hands to warm them up.

Actually, Su Yang had held her hand before, but for some reason tonight, Meng Qianyu's heart seemed to skip a beat when he took her hand.

She swallowed and looked up slightly, staring at Su Yang's face.

Seeing this, Su Yang laughed: "Why are you staring at me? Look at the meteors~"

"You're better looking than the meteors." Meng Qianyu, for some reason, suddenly blurted out these words.

Hearing this, Su Yang was taken aback. 'That should be my line.'

Thinking this, he also lowered his head to look at Meng Qianyu.

In that instant, two pairs of bright eyes met and held each other's gaze.

Meng Qianyu's already rapidly beating heart accelerated again. In a flash, her breathing also became heavier.

The Perseid meteors kept falling. Two figures stood in the pitch-black night, gradually drawing closer.

Meng Qianyu's eyes shimmered, gazing affectionately at Su Yang. At this moment, her mind went completely blank.

Uncontrollably, she gently rose on her tiptoes. The two drew closer and closer, until they could feel each other's warm breath.

When the brightest fireball meteor, trailing a golden-red tail, plunged downwards.

She finally couldn't hold back any longer, trembling as she closed her eyes. The two bridged the final three centimeters and kissed each other.

At this moment, it seemed as if the entire world consisted only of them and this starry sky.

Here and now, they no longer cared about anything else, casting everything aside to immerse themselves in the night.

Two minutes later, the two had unconsciously moved beside the car door. Su Yang opened his eyes, glanced, then pulled open the rear door, picked up Meng Qianyu, and got into the car.

With a thud, the door closed.

......

Forty or fifty minutes later, the space fell silent once more.

Meng Qianyu stealthily reached out, grabbed a jacket, and covered her flushed face with it.

Su Yang sat up, leaning against the seat back, his blood-rushed brain gradually regaining rationality.

He glanced at the motionless Meng Qianyu, then rolled down the window. A cool breeze drifted into the car.

Su Yang tilted his head to look. Meteors were still streaking across the night sky, though the frequency was much lower than before.

"Bro... Brother Su Yang."

"Hmm, what's up?" Hearing Meng Qianyu's voice, Su Yang turned to look.

"You... you get out first, okay?"

Su Yang immediately understood. He nodded: "Okay."

He rolled up the window, then opened the car door and stepped out, closing it behind him.

He walked towards the rear of the car, took out a cigarette, and lit it: "Phew~"

A few minutes later, the sound of a door opening came from behind Su Yang.

Thud~

Meng Qianyu opened the car door, stepped down with her head bowed, biting her red lips.

Su Yang turned to look. The two were still in an awkward state. Most of what happened earlier was actually due to a moment of impulse, combined with the romantic setting and emotions reaching a peak.

Now, having cooled down, it was still a bit awkward. Su Yang was fine; he had experienced this sort of thing many times before.

But for Meng Qianyu, this was the first time.

She shuffled over to the rear of the car and scratched her head.

"Su... Su Yang." Meng Qianyu stammered, unsure of what to say.

Su Yang changed the subject: "Do you still want to watch the meteor shower?"

"Yes."

"Alright. Are you warm enough now?"

"I... I'm not cold anymore."

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