In the twilight of summer, against the backlight, that city is flowing with a brilliant gaze, softly humming and singing about the green ripples, telling a paper of melancholy and sorrow.

  The sunshine is warm and shines on the young man's hair, making it look overly gorgeous. Not all websites of Qidian Literature are first published in romance novels, search + you will know.

  The fragrance wafting through the air is the scent of clusters of fresh flowers swaying in the breeze.

  The rules are simple, they're just some games that test the tacit understanding between couples.

  There are a total of five rounds, and the last winning pair among the ten couples will receive the mysterious reward for this event.

  Leaving behind a mysterious reward with profound meaning, as soon as he finished speaking, the first round began.

  "Where was the place where the two first met?"

  Lowering her eyelids, everything had already become fragmented remains deeply buried in the ruins of her heart.

  With the host's first question, memories unfolded like a scroll, wiping away the dust of forgotten moments. Give Power Literature Network

  Rainy Lane... Without a moment's thought, the two characters "smoke rain" were written on the writing board with a lingering attachment.

  With some doubts and the final decision of the host's countdown, the first question of the first round is about to be revealed.

  Accompanied by the sighs under the table and the resentful expressions towards each other, the answers given to what shouldn't be a harsh question were surprisingly different.

  Perhaps it's because we were young and took love lightly

  They are still not familiar with each other despite promising a lifetime of sweet nothings.

  The moment the answer sheet was lit up, there were very few identical answers that were exactly the same.

  Among them, three pairs of the seven pairs in the first question still played a marginal ball.

  Each subsequent question ruthlessly shattered that innocent and perhaps long-lost illusion.

  The past drips with tales of a prosperous bygone era.

  The deep-seated memories that have permeated every part of his body seem to be nostalgic for the past with him.

  "Alright, one last question, as of this moment, how many hours have the two of them been in a relationship?"

  With the whispers and murmurs from below the stage and above it, all four couples on the stage subtly furrowed their brows without leaving any traces.

  It's as if recalling the first encounter in detail, deliberating on how to put it into words.

  The warm sunshine poured down on his soft hair, the slightly curled ends of which formed a beautiful and elegant arc.

  Turquoise eyes were filled with the brilliance of midsummer, at the moment when the host's words fell.

  The faint smile at the corner of his mouth was filled with some warmth and inexplicable confidence.

  The blood flowing slowly had a subtle change in an instant.

  The soft heartbeat is like counting the warmth of love.

  Originally intended to give up, already broke up, what's the point of talking about it now.

  That love had long been buried in some distant past, but the boy's faint smile changed that initial intention.

  The young man's slender fingers holding a pen were somewhat excessively captivating.

  Three years and twelve days, twenty-six thousand five hundred and sixty-eight hours, the fine sand of time gently depicts the passing youth.

  After writing down the answer, her subconscious gaze met his.

  His eyes, like glimmering jade, held a hint of a smile, and the most beautiful, radiant, and charming words danced on his lips.

  It felt like a skipped beat, and the reflex arc was slightly longer. After being dazed for a moment, she turned her head to avoid his gentle gaze.

  As the host counted down, the atmosphere gradually became somewhat tense.

  It seems that everyone is holding their breath and waiting for the answer to be revealed, as well as the emergence of the top ten.

  Will that inexplicable trust still remain after the answer is revealed, and will those shining eyes continue to hum a gentle melody about that youthful love?

  Really sorry, really sorry. Yan Xuan has been busy with mid-term exam review recently and hasn't had time to come online or write articles. [covering face]

  These past few days, I've read all of your messages on Weibo and I'm really touched.

  In short, Yan Xie will work hard on writing, and everyone should take care of themselves too.

  Sparkling eyes lightly hum a gentle melody of green ripples, telling a paper of melancholy and sorrow.