Calix stood by the shore with Serena in his arms.
The petite girl was both surprised and delighted.
"Calix, I told you that you can do it."
Encouraged, the man looked even more confident.
His eyes were shining brightly.
"Luckily I have you, Serena. You are the only one who is willing to believe in me and support me, unlike others who would just pour cold water on me," he said as he pointed to the sky, his face full of pride.
"So, this is my gift to you, do you like it?"
Not only fireworks, the trunk of Calix's car was filled with beautiful red roses, and the light strips dotted around were dazzlingly bright.
Pedestrians exclaimed one after another.
Fireworks and roses, what a romantic proposal!
The blessings made the rich roses gradually turn black in my eyes.
I still remembered when I asked Calix for a red rose themed wedding with full expectation, he mocked by saying that the red roses were too flashy and gaudy.
He refused it.
But now he was happy to fill his beloved car with these flashy and gaudy things.
Perhaps I should have realized earlier that the vow of our love had already gone bad and no one suddenly rotten.
Unconsciously, I tightly clutched my painful heart.
Serena's eyes full of emotion and she responded without hesitation with a long kiss.
Calix raised his hand and froze in place, not pushing away the girl in front of him.
Seeing this scene, my heart felt even more painful. The fireworks falling from the sky seemed to burn in my heart.
The ten years of hard-earned relationship between Calix and I were also burned to the ground.
Breaking away from the girl's gentle embrace, he raised his mobile phone to record a series of the fireworks videos, then clicked on my chat box and send them one by one.
He was too lazy to type any more words besides the videos because his hand was tightly holding the girl beside him.
He remembered me at this point, not because he was trying to share the beautiful night sky with me, but to hit me in the face.
That was right, I, his wife who had known him and been with him for ten years, was the ‘someone else who could only pour cold water on him’ in his opinion.
As a fireworks designer.
I was well aware that the reason why blue fireworks were rare and precious was their high production cost, as well as their flammability and explosiveness.
For this reason, I had always disagreed with Calix's large-scale production of blue fireworks.