Lin Yixun rarely wore a cheongsam, and seeing Ouyang Hao staring at her intently, she couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, "Do I look very strange?"
"What’s strange?" The man raised his lips and smiled lightly as he gave her a thumbs up, sincerely saying, "You look beautiful in the cheongsam."
"However..." The man suddenly furrowed his brows, "It seems like something is missing."
He turned around and walked towards the display case by the door, saying to the shop owner, "Could you please take out this hairpin for me?"
The shop owner followed Ouyang Hao’s instructions and took out the hairpin from the display case. The hairpin was made of jade, with a pendant, designed simply yet elegantly and antique.
"You have a great eye, sir. This hairpin was made by our most skilled master."
Ouyang Hao took the hairpin from the shop owner and walked to Lin Yixun’s back. The familiar masculine scent made Lin Yixun nervous again. She instinctively wanted to avoid him, but Ouyang Hao pressed her shoulders to keep her still.
Lin Yixun didn’t know what Ouyang Hao was about to do, but she followed his instructions and stood still. In the moment when Lin Yixun was lost in thought, she heard the man’s low and bewitching voice near her ear.
The man held Lin Yixun’s shoulders and brought her to a full-length mirror. In the mirror, Lin Yixun saw her own reflection. At some point, her hair, which had been let down, was now pinned up with the hairpin. Even though her hair barely reached her shoulders, it had been styled into a beautiful bun. She had no idea how Ouyang Hao managed to do it.
"Doesn’t it look even better now?" Ouyang Hao bent down, resting his chin on her right shoulder.
Lin Yixun stared at her reflection, her gaze involuntarily shifting to the man’s face behind her. In the mirror, he wore a gentle smile, his eyes bright like stars in the night sky. The tenderness in his eyes was enough to make her drown in them.
She forced herself to pull away from the trance and moved a bit to put some distance between her and Ouyang Hao. In a low voice, she said, "It’s getting late, we should go back." New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on novel★fire.net
An emptiness filled the man’s embrace, and his heart felt hollow. Ouyang Hao’s eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Yixun, can you stay with me here a little longer?"
Ouyang Hao’s look of despair made it impossible for Lin Yixun to refuse. She hesitated for a moment and then nodded. She silently told herself, if they were destined to part, why not fulfill Ouyang Hao’s wish before they say goodbye?
Seeing Lin Yixun nod, Ouyang Hao couldn’t hide his joy. He took her hand and said with a smile, "Yixun, I want to take you somewhere."
Ouyang Hao winked at her, "You’ll know if you follow me."
As they left the shop, Lin Yixun initially planned to return the clothes, but Ouyang Hao stopped her, "No need to change, you look great in the cheongsam. It’s warm today, it’s not cold outside."
Lin Yixun thought for a moment and agreed, deciding not to change. They hadn’t noticed in the shop, but when they stepped outside, it was completely dark.
Lin Yixun followed Ouyang Hao as they walked, finally arriving at an arch bridge. After they crossed the stone arch bridge, Ouyang Hao seemed to be in an exceptionally good mood.
"The locals gave this arch bridge a name. Do you know what it is?"
"Lover’s Bridge. They say that any couple who crosses this bridge hand in hand will stay together for a lifetime."