After abandoning his wife and children, Bo Xilai coaxed and begged her to reconcile.

Song Jinye's first reaction was—could he have drunk too much and acted too wildly?

"Bo Sinian, look carefully, I am not Song Zhaoyun."

"I know, Song Jinye." The window was open, and his firm voice gently fell on my ear on the evening breeze, each word clear and crisp.

Song Jin also couldn't quite understand him.

Tonight was the night of the meteor shower that he and Song Zhaoyun had agreed upon, so shouldn't the place he prepared be a surprise for Song Zhaoyun?

Why are you suddenly dragging her to find out what's going on?

Or is it that the place he's taking her to isn't a good place?

"In your eyes, am I some kind of vicious bully?"

Song Jin remained silent for a couple of seconds, and Bo Sinian had already read her mind. He stared at her with a mixture of amusement and exasperation, his tone tinged with suppressed anger.

Before Song Jin could answer, Bo Sinian pulled her out through the side door.

"Where are you taking me?"

A winding forest path stretched out before us. The bushes on both sides were lush and leafy, their layers of branches intertwined, blocking out the light of the shooting star and plunging our vision into darkness and blurring.

Song Jin also suffers from night blindness and has difficulty discerning the road conditions under her feet, which makes her want to back out.

Bo Sinian took out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and used it to illuminate the path for her. "You'll see in a moment."

The dim light from a mobile phone provides a sense of security.

Just then, another wave of meteors fell from the sky, their brilliant streaks briefly piercing through the gaps in the branches and leaves. Almost simultaneously, Jiang Yiran's cheers and exclamations came from the backyard, her clear voice carrying through the trees and reaching our ears.

Actually, this place is only separated from the backyard by a clump of bushes.

Even the sounds of conversation in the backyard could be faintly heard.

"Aren't you afraid Song Zhaoyun will come after you?" Song Jin followed him leisurely.

She was quite curious about what Bo Sinian was up to.

"What do you think?" Bo Sinian's grip was gentle and steady as he pulled her forward.

The light, casual question fell into her ears, but Song Jin had no intention of delving deeper, nor did she want to waste her energy guessing his thoughts. She pursed her lips and remained silent.

Two minutes later, her patience was almost exhausted. "Not yet?"

Bo Sinian slowly released her hand. "We're here."

Song Jin looked around, but there were still rows of trees all around, nothing special.

"Bo Sinian, are you playing me?"

The man chuckled softly and snapped his fingers above her head. "Look up."

In the instant I looked up, several shooting stars streaked across the sky, their silvery rays tearing through the gloom of the forest. The brief bursts of light illuminated the scene, making everything suddenly clear.

The log cabin, suspended between several large trees, looks like a spaceship left behind by aliens thousands of years ago.

Layers of intertwined vines gently entwined the exterior walls of the wooden house, and a few glass lanterns dotted the corners. Although they were not lit, the glass exterior walls were made to glow with the white light of shooting stars.

"What is this?" Song Jin was so surprised that she could hardly believe her eyes.

"Treehouse, do you like it?" Bo Sinian's mellow voice lingered in her ears, confirming her guess.

"Why? Why did you bring me here?" The wind rustled and whispered through the woods, making one feel somewhat uneasy.

What was even more unsettling was that she suddenly heard her heartbeat rising and falling in her chest, becoming abruptly clear, thumping loudly, each beat striking her eardrums.

"I once said I would give you a treehouse," he said in a low voice, his voice mingling with the night breeze.

Back then, they were young and impetuous, each possessing an unyielding pride that refused to back down, and neither was willing to admit defeat first.

After each argument, the two would inevitably give each other the silent treatment for a while. Song Jin would either run back to Yueyuan or climb a tree to find some peace and quiet.

Once, Bo Sinian searched for her for a long time before finally finding her sleeping soundly in a camphor tree.

He was both anxious and angry, and said fiercely, "Since you like climbing trees to hide from people so much, I might as well build you a treehouse and lock you up in it."

At the time, I thought he was just saying it out of anger, but I never expected that the treehouse would actually be completed several years later.

Song Jin stood there blankly, her eyes glazed over, and remained so for a long time.

"Shall we go up and take a look?" Bo Sinian suggested, his magnetic voice soft and languid, carrying a nonchalant allure that gently entwined him like silk threads.

At this point, the Chinese tendency to "go with the flow" is revealed.

Song Jin was ultimately just a mortal and couldn't escape the "since we're already here" mentality.

She followed Bo Sinian step by step up the stairs and into the treehouse.

A dry, warm, woody fragrance wafts over, mixed with a faint scent of forest grass and trees.

As the meteor streaked across the sky, it briefly illuminated the entire interior of the room, bringing it all into Song Jinye's view.

The entire house is made of natural solid wood, with camphor wood that is warm and soft, and has a faint insect-repelling fragrance.

The dome features a large arched skylight, allowing you to look up and see the vast night sky, with the streaks of light from shooting stars streaming in without obstruction.

A soft beanbag chair with cushions is placed by the window.

The arched gauze curtains are light and airy, allowing the evening breeze to drift in and bring a refreshing coolness.

In the flickering light and shadow, the entire treehouse is hazy, quiet, mysterious, and beautiful.

Song Jin was truly shocked.

Although the interior space is not large, it is cozy and private, with excellent views.

Outside, the meteor shower was reaching its peak, with streaks of meteors streaking across the sky one after another, sometimes flashing lightly, sometimes pouring down in large swaths.

As the light gently flows by, the treehouse appears alternately in bright and dim light.

Perhaps the environment was too novel and romantic, so much so that Song Jin was also captivated by the magnificent scene before her, and became somewhat lost in thought.

She even suspected that she had stumbled into a fantasy dream.

"Song Jinye." A tender voice suddenly drifted into my ears.

"Hmm?" She responded subconsciously, but when she looked up, she saw Bo Sinian's deep eyes staring at her, which, under the light of the shooting star, turned into a pool of shimmering water.

It's like a whirlpool in the deep sea at dusk; one glance and you'll be sucked in without warning.

His kiss fell gently along with a dazzling stream of light, without warning, catching everyone off guard.

Star-like eyes were so close, and a soft, cool touch touched my lips.

Bo Sinian kissed her deeply, without any tentative, tentative advances.

Only the emotions that have been accumulating over the years burst forth all at once, seemingly more powerful than the meteor shower itself.

Song Jin wanted to push him away, but he accurately anticipated her move, firmly holding her hand and kissing her gently yet forcefully, intensely and passionately.

Love, hate, anger, and infatuation surged and churned, all blended together, so overwhelming that they were irresistible.

"Bo Sinian, let me go, I'm not Song Zhaoyun," Song Jin struggled to remind him.

"I know, Jin Bao'er..." He stepped back slightly, his forehead touching hers, his gentle voice trembling slightly.