Mr. Lu, stop being such a jerk. Your wife is your nemesis's white moonlight.

Seeing that Xu An'an remained silent for a long time, Yan Heng couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"You...don't like it? That's okay. I'll take you to see other things next time, and I'll buy you whatever you want..."

"fool!"

Xu An'an wiped away the tears that had welled up inside her, her voice thick with a nasal tone, "How could I not like it? It's my favorite!"

Hearing her say that, Yan Heng finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He reached out and wiped away the tears from the corner of her eyes: "If you like it, why are you crying?"

"It's because I like you that I'm crying..." Xu An'an's tears became more and more uncontrollable as she spoke. She looked up at Yan Heng, "Yan Heng, why are you so good to me?"

Yan Heng paused, looked away, and his ears quietly turned red: "What's this? There were some other plans, but..."

However, everything was disrupted by the incident brought by Lu Yiming.

He didn't continue speaking, but Xu An'an could hear the deep disappointment in his tone.

Perhaps it was because the gift was such a pleasant surprise to her.

Or perhaps the cool autumn breeze of Milan blew away Xu An'an's rationality.

At that moment, she suddenly had a very unrealistic idea.

"Yan Heng, are you sleepy right now?"

Yan Heng was taken aback, wondering why she asked that. But his intuition told him that he should shake his head at this moment.

So he did as instructed, "I'm not sleepy."

"Can we pretend that what happened before never happened?" Xu An'an looked at him, her eyes shining brightly in the night because of her tears.

"Yan Heng, I want to know how you originally planned to celebrate my birthday."

......

We arrived at the Old Port of Genoa at nearly 3 a.m.

Genoa is more than 140 kilometers from Milan.

Xu An'an thought she would take a nap on the way, but for some reason, she was very energetic the whole way and didn't even yawn once.

It's much colder by the sea than in Milan.

As soon as they got out of the car, Yan Heng forcibly draped his suit jacket over Xu An'an's shoulders, leaving himself in only a thin shirt. The sea breeze blew the shirt tightly against his body, outlining the clear contours of his shoulders and back.

Once aboard, the engine hummed softly, and the yacht slowly sailed away from the dock.

The wind at sea was even sharper, and Xu An'an couldn't help but say again, "Yan Heng, you'll catch a cold like this."

"fine."

Yan Heng casually adjusted Xu An'an's oversized suit jacket and escorted her onto the deck, saying, "I've always been in good health."

Xu An'an turned around almost reflexively and covered his mouth with her hand: "Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey—don't you know you can't say things like that!"

Yan Heng's eyes curved slightly as he looked at her as if she were facing a formidable enemy.

He had been drinking, and he looked different than usual. His already handsome and sharp face gained a touch of wanton charm under the influence of alcohol. His slightly curved eyes seemed to have hooks, causing Xu An'an's heart to skip a beat.

She then realized that her hand was pressed against his burning lips—lips that had kissed her so forcefully just hours before.

Xu An'an blushed, abruptly released her grip, turned around, and quickly walked onto the deck.

A long table was set on the deck, covered with a clean white tablecloth, and two clusters of candles at one end and one end burned stubbornly inside a glass dome.

"The original plan was to have dinner, and I invited an Italian Michelin three-star chef."

Yan Heng touched the tablecloth and said with some regret, "But he's already off work."

Seeing Yan Heng like this, Xu An'an felt a pang of sadness.

"It's okay." She put the cake on the table and said as she opened the box, "I just want something sweet right now."

The night wind was strong on the deck, and it took them a lot of effort to light the two number candles with "29" written on them.

"Make a wish." Yan Heng shielded the candle from the sea breeze with his body.

Xu An'an looked at the two flickering candle flames and gently closed her eyes.

She hadn't celebrated her birthday so solemnly in a long time, and for a moment she didn't know what wish to make.

She didn't really believe in wishing; she firmly believed that anything was possible with human effort.

But when she closed her eyes, Yan Heng's face suddenly flashed through her mind.

She instantly thought of a clear wish:

She hopes that Yan Heng will be as happy as she is now on his next birthday.

Xu An'an opened her eyes, leaned down, and blew a strong breath.

Both flames went out at the same time.

Almost at the same instant, a loud explosion suddenly rang out not far away—

"Bang!"

A huge, golden-red firework shot straight into the sky from the dark sea without warning, exploding with a deafening roar at its highest point, with bursts of sparks cascading down like a waterfall.

Xu An'an was startled and instinctively leaned back, but a large hand steadily supported her waist.

"Don't be afraid." Yan Heng's voice was low, vibrating in her ears. "Fortunately, the staff in charge of fireworks haven't gone home yet."

As they spoke, a second, a third... countless fireworks followed in quick succession.

Purple, red, sapphire blue... the entire sky became a colorful ocean.

Xu An'an looked up at the fireworks filling the sky.

The sky is so beautiful, and every firework seems to bloom just for her... She has never been treated with such care before.

When did Yan Heng prepare all of this?

If I hadn't left the hospital today, would I have ever known that I missed such a wonderful birthday?

Xu An'an suddenly felt a wave of fear.

She turned around and met his slightly tipsy dark eyes—his eyes held fireworks, and also her.

The two of them stared at each other for a long time without saying a word.

The fireworks in the sky were still flashing, and they saw themselves reflected in each other's pupils.

It's unclear who approached whom first.

Their breaths mingled together.

Unlike the previous two intense and plundering kisses, this one was more tender and lingering.

They gently sucked on each other's lower lips, each wanting the other to know their joy at that moment.

The sea breeze flowed past them, the salty, damp air penetrating every nook and cranny.

The sound of fireworks exploding became distant and indistinct, and Xu An'an felt as if the world was so quiet that only her and Yan Heng's heartbeats gradually synchronized.

She quietly corrected her birthday wish in her heart—she hoped that Yan Heng's next birthday would be even happier than hers was now.

When the long kiss finally ended, the sky had somehow become still.

Both of them were slightly out of breath.

The distance is too close.

Xu An'an could clearly sense the awkwardness in the person opposite her.

Her face flushed, and she gently broke free from his embrace.

Yan Heng did not stop her, but looked at her gently.

"It's a bit hot."

Xu An'an took a step back and casually fanned her collar.

As she moved, Yan Heng's eyes, which had been relaxed and natural, suddenly narrowed.

Suddenly, he pulled Xu An'an into his arms.

With trembling hands, he gently pulled open the collar of her dress at her collarbone.

In the night sky, the white smoke from the fireworks had not yet completely dissipated.

The deck was brightly illuminated by the bright moonlight.

It was bright enough to make Xu An'an's face clearly visible.

And the deep red hickeys on her neck.