The Marriage Harbor CH20
Chapter 20: A Gesture Shared Only by Lovers
Her voice was clear and musical, carrying a soft, captivating pull.
Tang Zhisong sat behind the expansive desk in his executive office, his gaze fixed on the sprawling skyline outside the window. He remained silent for a long while, his profile as cold and unyielding as the glass. Possessive by nature and accustomed to his superior standing, he typically had no tolerance for being dismissed, particularly by his own wife.
If Jiang Bin had no interest in maintaining their marriage, he wouldn't force the issue.During his time in North City, he had deliberately avoided calling her even once.
But now, she had reached out first.
"I’m going. Are you?"
It felt as though the prey he had been waiting for had finally poked its head out. She had successfully checked his move.
In truth, he was far too busy to attend. Having only just returned from North City, he faced a mountain of corporate affairs that required his immediate attention. Furthermore, a company social mixer was precisely the kind of tedious, uninspired event he typically ignored. Such low-level activities rarely even made it onto his formal schedule.
However, if she attended and he remained absent, the resulting gossip would be inevitable. He was not the type of man to let his wife endure that kind of public slight or have her standing questioned by subordinates.
"Alright," Tang Zhisong said, his voice regaining its composed, professional depth before he hung up.
He looked at his phone again, his eyes lingering on the name "Jiang Bin." It was rare for her to take the first step. After a moment, he sent her a brief text: [I won't be back for dinner tonight.]
This time, she replied almost instantly, acknowledging the message. Tang Zhisong set his phone down and walked into the meeting room.
* * *
After pinning his chat to the top of her WeChat, Jiang Bin rubbed her brow and dove back into work. Saturday was a workday for both of them. If they were going hiking tomorrow, everything needed to be cleared today.
She ate dinner at the office and didn't make it home until 11:00 PM. Tang Zhisong wasn't back yet, so she showered and went to bed. When she woke the next morning, she heard the faint sound of someone in the bathroom.
She had no idea what time he had returned. Though they shared a bed, the lack of physical progress meant there was still an invisible, unspoken boundary between them. Since he was in the bathroom, Jiang Bin simply waited. The thought of going in together didn't even cross her mind.
A moment later, Tang Zhisong emerged.
Their eyes met in the quiet of the morning. Jiang Bin’s face was clean and entirely free of makeup, her brows naturally sharp while her eyes remained soft with the lingering haze of sleep. Perhaps because she had tossed restlessly through the night, a few buttons on her silk pajamas had come undone, revealing a brief, accidental glimpse of her ivory skin.
Tang Zhisong shifted his gaze imperceptibly, his expression remaining unreadable.
"I am finished," he said, his voice level as he headed toward the walk-in closet. Only then did Jiang Bin rise from the bed to begin her own morning routine.
Because they both had urgent meetings that morning, they took their breakfast into their respective studies. They skipped the morning icebreakers and warm-ups entirely. According to the itinerary, the groups would have lunch on the foot of the mountain before beginning the ascent. Jiang Bin’s plan was to arrive around 1:00 PM specifically for the hike. She texted her intended schedule to Tang Zhisong, and he offered no objections.
By 11:00 AM, Jiang Bin noticed the chef had finished preparing lunch and knocked on the door to Tang Zhisong’s study. "It is time to head out."
"I have a few matters left to settle. You eat first," he replied.
Jiang Bin still required time for makeup and the rest of her preparation, so she did not argue and ate alone in the quiet dining room. By the time Tang Zhisong finally emerged, she was already in the walk-in closet changing into her hiking attire.
For a hike, comfort was key. She chose light-grey casual trousers and a black short-sleeved top that showed a hint of her waist, paired with a slim-fit lavender-pink jacket. It wasn't overly revealing, projecting an image of stable, dignified grace befitting a high-level executive.
When she reached the living room, she was already in her sneakers, waiting with practiced patience. At the sound of approaching footsteps, she turned toward the hallway.
He approached her with a steady, measured gait. His dark hair was clean and swept back, complementing the sharp lines of his charcoal trousers and a light grey jacket. He looked remarkably refined, possessing an elegant air that mirrored a "White Moonlight" protagonist stepped straight from a classical painting. It was only when his gaze met hers that his deep, brilliant eyes suggested a hidden complexity that one should not cross lightly.
Jiang Bin found she loved his crisp, noble aura when he wasn't in a suit, though she restrained herself from staring.
"Let’s go."
Their outfits were unexpectedly well-coordinated. With her dark curls left down and her face clear, Jiang Bin projected a fresh, approachable aura that made her look almost like the girl next door despite her subtle styling. Tang Zhisong seemed to notice the shift, stealing several lingering looks of his own.
As they prepared to leave, Jiang Bin realized he wasn't wearing standard sneakers. Instead, he had opted for a pair of vintage brown casual shoes, the kind of handmade leatherwork produced only by a storied, ancient Western European house.
* * *
The drive was filled with work as usual. Worried about her stamina, Jiang Bin napped for a while. Tang Zhisong had intended to make a call, but seeing her asleep, he switched to texting instead.
At 12:30 PM, the Cullinan stopped at the base of the mountain. A paved slope led to the meadow where the groups had gathered. Accompanied by assistants and bodyguards at a distance, the two headed up. Given Tang Zhisong’s status, security was tight. Professional teams had already swept the mountain that morning.
The midday sun was intense. Jiang Bin put on her sunglasses, looking up at the sky to test the tint before pushing them up to rest on her forehead. With her thick lashes and clear eyes, the oversized glasses perched on her head made her look unexpectedly cute.
Tang Zhisong watched her quietly. He rarely traveled without his signature glasses, though today he had opted for tea-colored lenses that seemed to pull his gaze into an even greater depth. Without his usual frames, the "gentle and refined" mask he wore for the public had vanished, replaced by the unmistakable, cold aura of a sophisticated tycoon.
Cheers soon erupted from the meadow ahead. The staff and employees had clearly spotted them.
"President Tang!"
"President Jiang!"
"Boss!"
The atmosphere among the gathered employees reached a sudden fever pitch. As the two emerged from the dappled shade of a sprawling pine tree, their combined presence radiating an undeniable compatibility.
"Oh my god, in this lifetime! President Tang actually brought his wife hiking!"
"They haven't been seen together once since they got their license. There are threads online betting on their divorce, but I finally saw them! This ship is definitely heading the HE route!"
"Wow, couple outfits!"
"President Tang is so handsome!"
"President Jiang is gorgeous too!"
"I declare them the ceiling of 'Sapiosexuality'!"
"Wait, why aren't they holding hands?"
"What do you know? The more restrained they are in public, the wilder they are in private!"
Jiang Bin waved generously to the crowd. Tang Zhisong took a call and fell a few steps behind as several Ningsheng executives approached him.
Cheng Ying, who was leading the group today, noticed Jiang Bin was empty-handed. She took a bag from Li Yang and handed it over.
"Here. Water and snacks are all ready for you." Jiang Bin took it, her hand dipping under the weight.
"It's so heavy. How am I supposed to climb?"
Cheng Ying nodded toward Tang Zhisong.
"Make your man carry it."
Jiang Bin: "..."
Behind her sunglasses, her expression remained a mystery.
* * *
The main force began to depart, leaving only a few staff members on the foot of the mountain. To avoid the crowds, the two chose a quieter, more secluded path. Their assistants and guards followed far behind, giving them space.
The path began as a level stretch but quickly narrowed as they entered the dense forest, transitioning into a steep and relentless set of stone stairs. Sharp birdsong echoed through the ancient pines, the only sound breaking the heavy mountain air. Before long, the steady incline took its toll, leaving Jiang Bin noticeably breathless.
Tang Zhisong stood a few steps above her, watching with a smile of effortless calm.
"No matter how busy you are, you really should prioritize exercise," he remarked. To his knowledge, he had yet to see her set foot in the private gym at their apartment.
Seeing him standing there so leisurely, one hand casually tucked into his pocket while the other held their bags as if it weighed nothing, Jiang Bin felt a sudden surge of defiance. She straightened her posture and pushed past him with renewed determination.
They maintained a brisk pace, eventually closing the distance between themselves and a younger couple ahead. Jiang Bin recognized the woman’s silhouette immediately. It was Tao Xing.
Qin Mian was outfitted with a heavy hiking pack and a bottle of water, while Tao Xing walked closely beside him, appearing remarkably petite and protected in his shadow. Their hands brushed together frequently as they navigated the path. Jiang Bin looked away, only to meet Tang Zhisong’s knowing, observant gaze.
The stone stairs became even steeper, the incline demanding more effort with every step. Noticing her visible struggle, Tang Zhisong finally reached out his hand toward her.
"Shall I pull you up?"
Still acutely aware of his earlier sarcasm, Jiang Bin merely adjusted her sleeves and looked ahead.
"No need. I can climb on my own."
Tang Zhisong simply shook his head with a touch of silent, enigmatic amusement and said nothing more.
To avoid intruding on Tao Xing and Qin Mian, Jiang Bin switched to an even steeper, unpaved rocky path. She led the way with Tang Zhisong following. He was so silent that she had to turn back several times to make sure he was still there. He stayed close behind, watching her carefully to ensure she didn't fall.
Finally, as they approached a rugged ridge near a massive rock formation, Jiang Bin’s physical strength reached its limit. Tang Zhisong moved ahead of her with practiced ease and reached out his hand once more. His tone had shifted, sounding much softer and far more serious than it had moments before.
"Take my hand and come up," he said, his voice carrying a quiet authority.
He stood atop the jagged rock, separated from her by a steep and unforgiving break in the slope. Unless she intended to scramble upward on all fours, she had no choice but to accept his assistance. This time, she did not hesitate. She stepped firmly onto a protruding rock and reached out toward him.
Tang Zhisong’s broad palm closed firmly around hers, his grip steady and unyielding. Before she could even exert her own force, a powerful, effortless pull lifted her up the steep slope. The sudden momentum sent her forward, her forehead bumping directly into the solid breadth of his chest. In that instant, the familiar scent of pine and his own crisp, cool aura filled her senses.
This was their first real physical contact.
Tang Zhisong could catch the faint, delicate fragrance of her hair as she leaned against him. The rocks beneath them remained loose and unpredictable, providing him a silent justification not to let go. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and devoid of its earlier edge. From his vantage point, he could see the dark sweep of her lashes, the elegant line of her nose, and her slightly flushed ears.
"I am fine," she replied, her heart pounding with a rhythm that had nothing to do with the climb. She carefully avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the buttons of his jacket.
The slope remained treacherous, so Tang Zhisong kept his grip on her hand as they continued. Once the path leveled out, Jiang Bin realized he still hadn't let go. His palm was much warmer than his personality, wrapped securely around her hand. Having never been led with such quiet domesticity, she felt a flicker of unease, yet she reminded herself that he was her husband. In the eyes of the world, this was only natural.
They reached the summit of the slope. In the distance, the skyscrapers of Shanghai met the rolling green mountains. The path had flattened significantly, yet Tang Zhisong did not release her hand, and Jiang Bin did not pull away. Both acted with practiced indifference, as though this quiet intimacy were their long-standing habit.
They eventually reached the lookout known as "Aloft Rock". From this vantage point, the three tallest landmarks of the city pierced the horizon, making it a coveted spot for scenic photos.
Realizing her palm was becoming damp and knowing Tang Zhisong was a meticulous stickler for cleanliness, Jiang Bin used the scenery as a convenient excuse to withdraw her hand.
"I should take a picture as well," she murmured.
She took a few shots of the skyline. A secret part of her wished for a photo together, but since he had never once suggested wedding portraits and likely disliked being on camera, she dismissed the idea.
As she searched her pockets to tuck her phone away, Tang Zhisong handed her a bottle of water. Noticing her hands were occupied, he set their bag upon a flat rock and unscrewed the cap for her with silent efficiency.
"Thank you," she said, taking several sips before handing the bottle back to him.
She expected him to just put the cap back on. Instead, Tang Zhisong’s deep gaze fell on her face.He recalled the evening at the Lu residence when she had inadvertently finished his juice. He wasn't about to let his wife be the only one "losing out" in such an exchange.
He lifted the bottle and drank directly from the spot where her lips had been.
It was a gesture shared only by lovers.
Jiang Bin stared, momentarily stunned. Her heart skipped several beats in the heavy mountain air, and she quickly averted her gaze toward the distant high-rises to hide her reaction.
After he finished drinking, Tang Zhisong calmly returned the bottle to the bag with a steady hand. Neither of them spoke a word, yet the silence between them had shifted from its usual practiced reserve into something far more intimate and ambiguous.
Translator's Notes:
Her voice was clear and musical, carrying a soft, captivating pull.
Tang Zhisong sat behind the expansive desk in his executive office, his gaze fixed on the sprawling skyline outside the window. He remained silent for a long while, his profile as cold and unyielding as the glass. Possessive by nature and accustomed to his superior standing, he typically had no tolerance for being dismissed, particularly by his own wife.
If Jiang Bin had no interest in maintaining their marriage, he wouldn't force the issue.During his time in North City, he had deliberately avoided calling her even once.
But now, she had reached out first.
"I’m going. Are you?"
It felt as though the prey he had been waiting for had finally poked its head out. She had successfully checked his move.
In truth, he was far too busy to attend. Having only just returned from North City, he faced a mountain of corporate affairs that required his immediate attention. Furthermore, a company social mixer was precisely the kind of tedious, uninspired event he typically ignored. Such low-level activities rarely even made it onto his formal schedule.
However, if she attended and he remained absent, the resulting gossip would be inevitable. He was not the type of man to let his wife endure that kind of public slight or have her standing questioned by subordinates.
"Alright," Tang Zhisong said, his voice regaining its composed, professional depth before he hung up.
He looked at his phone again, his eyes lingering on the name "Jiang Bin." It was rare for her to take the first step. After a moment, he sent her a brief text: [I won't be back for dinner tonight.]
This time, she replied almost instantly, acknowledging the message. Tang Zhisong set his phone down and walked into the meeting room.
* * *
After pinning his chat to the top of her WeChat, Jiang Bin rubbed her brow and dove back into work. Saturday was a workday for both of them. If they were going hiking tomorrow, everything needed to be cleared today.
She ate dinner at the office and didn't make it home until 11:00 PM. Tang Zhisong wasn't back yet, so she showered and went to bed. When she woke the next morning, she heard the faint sound of someone in the bathroom.
She had no idea what time he had returned. Though they shared a bed, the lack of physical progress meant there was still an invisible, unspoken boundary between them. Since he was in the bathroom, Jiang Bin simply waited. The thought of going in together didn't even cross her mind.
A moment later, Tang Zhisong emerged.
Their eyes met in the quiet of the morning. Jiang Bin’s face was clean and entirely free of makeup, her brows naturally sharp while her eyes remained soft with the lingering haze of sleep. Perhaps because she had tossed restlessly through the night, a few buttons on her silk pajamas had come undone, revealing a brief, accidental glimpse of her ivory skin.
Tang Zhisong shifted his gaze imperceptibly, his expression remaining unreadable.
"I am finished," he said, his voice level as he headed toward the walk-in closet. Only then did Jiang Bin rise from the bed to begin her own morning routine.
Because they both had urgent meetings that morning, they took their breakfast into their respective studies. They skipped the morning icebreakers and warm-ups entirely. According to the itinerary, the groups would have lunch on the foot of the mountain before beginning the ascent. Jiang Bin’s plan was to arrive around 1:00 PM specifically for the hike. She texted her intended schedule to Tang Zhisong, and he offered no objections.
By 11:00 AM, Jiang Bin noticed the chef had finished preparing lunch and knocked on the door to Tang Zhisong’s study. "It is time to head out."
"I have a few matters left to settle. You eat first," he replied.
Jiang Bin still required time for makeup and the rest of her preparation, so she did not argue and ate alone in the quiet dining room. By the time Tang Zhisong finally emerged, she was already in the walk-in closet changing into her hiking attire.
For a hike, comfort was key. She chose light-grey casual trousers and a black short-sleeved top that showed a hint of her waist, paired with a slim-fit lavender-pink jacket. It wasn't overly revealing, projecting an image of stable, dignified grace befitting a high-level executive.
When she reached the living room, she was already in her sneakers, waiting with practiced patience. At the sound of approaching footsteps, she turned toward the hallway.
He approached her with a steady, measured gait. His dark hair was clean and swept back, complementing the sharp lines of his charcoal trousers and a light grey jacket. He looked remarkably refined, possessing an elegant air that mirrored a "White Moonlight" protagonist stepped straight from a classical painting. It was only when his gaze met hers that his deep, brilliant eyes suggested a hidden complexity that one should not cross lightly.
Jiang Bin found she loved his crisp, noble aura when he wasn't in a suit, though she restrained herself from staring.
"Let’s go."
Their outfits were unexpectedly well-coordinated. With her dark curls left down and her face clear, Jiang Bin projected a fresh, approachable aura that made her look almost like the girl next door despite her subtle styling. Tang Zhisong seemed to notice the shift, stealing several lingering looks of his own.
As they prepared to leave, Jiang Bin realized he wasn't wearing standard sneakers. Instead, he had opted for a pair of vintage brown casual shoes, the kind of handmade leatherwork produced only by a storied, ancient Western European house.
* * *
The drive was filled with work as usual. Worried about her stamina, Jiang Bin napped for a while. Tang Zhisong had intended to make a call, but seeing her asleep, he switched to texting instead.
At 12:30 PM, the Cullinan stopped at the base of the mountain. A paved slope led to the meadow where the groups had gathered. Accompanied by assistants and bodyguards at a distance, the two headed up. Given Tang Zhisong’s status, security was tight. Professional teams had already swept the mountain that morning.
The midday sun was intense. Jiang Bin put on her sunglasses, looking up at the sky to test the tint before pushing them up to rest on her forehead. With her thick lashes and clear eyes, the oversized glasses perched on her head made her look unexpectedly cute.
Tang Zhisong watched her quietly. He rarely traveled without his signature glasses, though today he had opted for tea-colored lenses that seemed to pull his gaze into an even greater depth. Without his usual frames, the "gentle and refined" mask he wore for the public had vanished, replaced by the unmistakable, cold aura of a sophisticated tycoon.
Cheers soon erupted from the meadow ahead. The staff and employees had clearly spotted them.
"President Tang!"
"President Jiang!"
"Boss!"
The atmosphere among the gathered employees reached a sudden fever pitch. As the two emerged from the dappled shade of a sprawling pine tree, their combined presence radiating an undeniable compatibility.
"Oh my god, in this lifetime! President Tang actually brought his wife hiking!"
"They haven't been seen together once since they got their license. There are threads online betting on their divorce, but I finally saw them! This ship is definitely heading the HE route!"
"Wow, couple outfits!"
"President Tang is so handsome!"
"President Jiang is gorgeous too!"
"I declare them the ceiling of 'Sapiosexuality'!"
"Wait, why aren't they holding hands?"
"What do you know? The more restrained they are in public, the wilder they are in private!"
Jiang Bin waved generously to the crowd. Tang Zhisong took a call and fell a few steps behind as several Ningsheng executives approached him.
Cheng Ying, who was leading the group today, noticed Jiang Bin was empty-handed. She took a bag from Li Yang and handed it over.
"Here. Water and snacks are all ready for you." Jiang Bin took it, her hand dipping under the weight.
"It's so heavy. How am I supposed to climb?"
Cheng Ying nodded toward Tang Zhisong.
"Make your man carry it."
Jiang Bin: "..."
Behind her sunglasses, her expression remained a mystery.
* * *
The main force began to depart, leaving only a few staff members on the foot of the mountain. To avoid the crowds, the two chose a quieter, more secluded path. Their assistants and guards followed far behind, giving them space.
The path began as a level stretch but quickly narrowed as they entered the dense forest, transitioning into a steep and relentless set of stone stairs. Sharp birdsong echoed through the ancient pines, the only sound breaking the heavy mountain air. Before long, the steady incline took its toll, leaving Jiang Bin noticeably breathless.
Tang Zhisong stood a few steps above her, watching with a smile of effortless calm.
"No matter how busy you are, you really should prioritize exercise," he remarked. To his knowledge, he had yet to see her set foot in the private gym at their apartment.
Seeing him standing there so leisurely, one hand casually tucked into his pocket while the other held their bags as if it weighed nothing, Jiang Bin felt a sudden surge of defiance. She straightened her posture and pushed past him with renewed determination.
They maintained a brisk pace, eventually closing the distance between themselves and a younger couple ahead. Jiang Bin recognized the woman’s silhouette immediately. It was Tao Xing.
Qin Mian was outfitted with a heavy hiking pack and a bottle of water, while Tao Xing walked closely beside him, appearing remarkably petite and protected in his shadow. Their hands brushed together frequently as they navigated the path. Jiang Bin looked away, only to meet Tang Zhisong’s knowing, observant gaze.
The stone stairs became even steeper, the incline demanding more effort with every step. Noticing her visible struggle, Tang Zhisong finally reached out his hand toward her.
"Shall I pull you up?"
Still acutely aware of his earlier sarcasm, Jiang Bin merely adjusted her sleeves and looked ahead.
"No need. I can climb on my own."
Tang Zhisong simply shook his head with a touch of silent, enigmatic amusement and said nothing more.
To avoid intruding on Tao Xing and Qin Mian, Jiang Bin switched to an even steeper, unpaved rocky path. She led the way with Tang Zhisong following. He was so silent that she had to turn back several times to make sure he was still there. He stayed close behind, watching her carefully to ensure she didn't fall.
Finally, as they approached a rugged ridge near a massive rock formation, Jiang Bin’s physical strength reached its limit. Tang Zhisong moved ahead of her with practiced ease and reached out his hand once more. His tone had shifted, sounding much softer and far more serious than it had moments before.
"Take my hand and come up," he said, his voice carrying a quiet authority.
He stood atop the jagged rock, separated from her by a steep and unforgiving break in the slope. Unless she intended to scramble upward on all fours, she had no choice but to accept his assistance. This time, she did not hesitate. She stepped firmly onto a protruding rock and reached out toward him.
Tang Zhisong’s broad palm closed firmly around hers, his grip steady and unyielding. Before she could even exert her own force, a powerful, effortless pull lifted her up the steep slope. The sudden momentum sent her forward, her forehead bumping directly into the solid breadth of his chest. In that instant, the familiar scent of pine and his own crisp, cool aura filled her senses.
This was their first real physical contact.
Tang Zhisong could catch the faint, delicate fragrance of her hair as she leaned against him. The rocks beneath them remained loose and unpredictable, providing him a silent justification not to let go. He looked down at her, his expression unreadable.
"Are you alright?" he asked, his voice low and devoid of its earlier edge. From his vantage point, he could see the dark sweep of her lashes, the elegant line of her nose, and her slightly flushed ears.
"I am fine," she replied, her heart pounding with a rhythm that had nothing to do with the climb. She carefully avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the buttons of his jacket.
The slope remained treacherous, so Tang Zhisong kept his grip on her hand as they continued. Once the path leveled out, Jiang Bin realized he still hadn't let go. His palm was much warmer than his personality, wrapped securely around her hand. Having never been led with such quiet domesticity, she felt a flicker of unease, yet she reminded herself that he was her husband. In the eyes of the world, this was only natural.
They reached the summit of the slope. In the distance, the skyscrapers of Shanghai met the rolling green mountains. The path had flattened significantly, yet Tang Zhisong did not release her hand, and Jiang Bin did not pull away. Both acted with practiced indifference, as though this quiet intimacy were their long-standing habit.
They eventually reached the lookout known as "Aloft Rock". From this vantage point, the three tallest landmarks of the city pierced the horizon, making it a coveted spot for scenic photos.
Realizing her palm was becoming damp and knowing Tang Zhisong was a meticulous stickler for cleanliness, Jiang Bin used the scenery as a convenient excuse to withdraw her hand.
"I should take a picture as well," she murmured.
She took a few shots of the skyline. A secret part of her wished for a photo together, but since he had never once suggested wedding portraits and likely disliked being on camera, she dismissed the idea.
As she searched her pockets to tuck her phone away, Tang Zhisong handed her a bottle of water. Noticing her hands were occupied, he set their bag upon a flat rock and unscrewed the cap for her with silent efficiency.
"Thank you," she said, taking several sips before handing the bottle back to him.
She expected him to just put the cap back on. Instead, Tang Zhisong’s deep gaze fell on her face.He recalled the evening at the Lu residence when she had inadvertently finished his juice. He wasn't about to let his wife be the only one "losing out" in such an exchange.
He lifted the bottle and drank directly from the spot where her lips had been.
It was a gesture shared only by lovers.
Jiang Bin stared, momentarily stunned. Her heart skipped several beats in the heavy mountain air, and she quickly averted her gaze toward the distant high-rises to hide her reaction.
After he finished drinking, Tang Zhisong calmly returned the bottle to the bag with a steady hand. Neither of them spoke a word, yet the silence between them had shifted from its usual practiced reserve into something far more intimate and ambiguous.
Translator's Notes:
- White Moonlight (白月光 ): An idiom for an idealized, pure, and unforgettable first love that remains out of reach.
- Sapiosexuality (智性恋 ): A term used to describe being attracted to intelligence. In the C-novel community, this often refers to power couples who are both high-IQ elites.
- HE (Happy Ending): A common acronym in web fiction fandoms to denote that a couple ends up together.
- Aloft Rock (凌空石): "Lingkong" translates to "being high up in the air" or "soaring," fitting for a high-altitude viewing point.
(Hehehe. I might be biased but I really find them so cute acting like highschoolers, all bothered and blushing from an indirect kiss ^^;;
Anyway, starting this week, I'll post an update every Monday and Thursday. Thanks for reading!)
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