The next day, the trip to the amusement park could not take place as scheduled due to heavy rain.

On the third day, Shekh ripped off the love collar around his neck, saying, "Skills aren't for you to keep going like this. You're delaying my schedule."

"Didn't you tell me to continue?"

Shi Jinzhe pronounced each word clearly, repeating her exact words to Shehe without missing a single one. After finishing, he sincerely declared, "I couldn't control myself even if you hadn't said it, and now that you've said it, I can't control myself anymore."

"An excuse." Shekhsong picked up the collar. "Didn't you wear this thing before? Can we believe what you're saying now?"

"I believe everything you say. Besides, this is the time to speak the truth; you just don't want me to stop."

Shekh gave him a cryptic look and said something in the calmest tone that almost made Shi Jinzhe choke.

"Let me ride the Ferris wheel today, and when I get back I'll make you lose all desire to be a man."

"..."

Shi Jinzhe felt a very strange sensation. His instincts told him that he had to argue back, but his reason told him that he shouldn't.

He coughed twice more, then pretended to be deaf and handed Shekh's pajamas to her.

When you don't know what to say, keeping quiet is the safest option.

While sitting on the edge of the bed watching Sheikh change his clothes, he muttered to himself, "I must like you more than I ever imagined."

Shekh turned his head, puzzled. "Isn't it because you can't do anything to me?"

"The essence is the same; it's only because you care that you can't do anything about it."

Shekh didn't argue with him. "Come here and help me tie the strap at the back of my clothes."

Shi Jinzhe helped her with her clothes and told Shehe to go downstairs and eat something first.

As the sun began to set, only the last rays of the setting sun remained when I went out.

The horizon was tinged with the last of its orange glow, while the sky above was transitioning from purple to dark blue.

The huge amusement park was only occupied by staff, and Sher got out of the car and headed straight for the Ferris wheel.

The elevator car was very clean, with the scent of incense inside, and the glass was crystal clear, without even a watermark.

Sher sat inside, watching the Ferris wheel rotate, and saw the colorful lights shining down below.

The lights on the rides were very bright. Shi Jinzhe, worried that other visitors might bother her, asked the staff not on duty to turn on other rides so she could enjoy them herself and create some atmosphere for the amusement park.

The neon lights in the distance illuminated the amusement park, making it even more exciting as it came to life.

This tranquil beauty was shattered by fireworks as the Ferris wheel reached its highest point.

The dazzling fireworks, predominantly purple, with magnificent trails of light illuminating the interior of the sedan chair, were beautiful. Sher said to Shi Jinzhe, "They're very pretty. I love these fireworks."

Shi Jinzhe snapped a picture of Sher's profile as he looked out: "If you like it, that's good. What about the Ferris wheel?"

"To be honest, I didn't feel much. When I first sat down, I was thinking about what it would be like to go up to the highest point, but actually, from the 9 o'clock position, I could see everything. If it weren't for the fireworks, I probably would have found it a bit boring."

Sheh stared intently at the fireworks in the night sky. As the Ferris wheel descended, her view gradually narrowed, and the fireworks moved further and further away from her.

"Can we stop it at the highest point?" she asked.

"certainly."

The slowly rotating Ferris wheel had traveled more than half a circle before stopping their cabins at the highest point.

In the amusement park where all the facilities were in operation, the Ferris wheel that had suddenly stopped seemed out of place. The fireworks were still going off, and Sheh didn't know how much Shi Jinzhe had bought, but she was satisfied with what she saw.

When the fireworks stopped, Shekh turned back and said, "It's strange. When it's going up, I wish it would go faster, but after this point, I wish it would slow down forever and stop forever."

Shi Jinzhe: "Perhaps it's because going down represents an end, and you don't want it to end, so you don't want it to stop."

"Is it true what they say online? The reason why people choose to kiss at the highest point of the Ferris wheel so that they will be together forever is because that is when people's emotions are at their most intense."

"Maybe." Shi Jinzhe said with some regret. Although it was a rather naive statement, he really wanted to kiss Shekh.

However, he continued, "But the most intense feelings don't happen at a certain point. The highest point is just a manifestation. What determines what you see is yourself. As long as you keep liking it, every point here can be the highest point."

"That's why it's called a Ferris wheel, right?"

"Yes, clear."

A circle has no concept of "most" or "most"; as long as they like each other, their passion will continue.

We enjoyed the night view from inside the Ferris wheel for another half hour before asking the staff to continue operating the equipment.

After getting out of the sedan chair, he led Shekh to experience other attractions.

No need to queue, no need to wait, Sheikh can play whichever game he likes.

So she rode the sightseeing train six times.

Shi Jin sat to one side, rubbing his forehead; he was truly focused.

The little train travels around the shallow water area lit up with warm-colored lights, and a pianist is playing the piano on a circular platform in the center of the lake.

Without the noise of tourists, amidst the serene beauty, he was in such a good mood that he became so engrossed in playing that he momentarily forgot his new boss was still there, and began humming along to the rhythm.

The sound wasn't loud, but Shekh's hearing was so sharp that he still heard it.

The melody was beautiful and subtly resonated with her current mood. She couldn't quite hear the lyrics, but the melody kept permeating her ears, omnipresent.

"The song he's humming is really nice, could you please ask him to sing it properly?"

The pianist, who was asked to sing at the last minute, politely declined on the grounds that he was not a professional, but Shi Jinzhe had given him far too much.

He took the microphone and sang the song he had proposed to his girlfriend the day before.

After listening for a couple of sentences, Shekh said regretfully, "It doesn't feel the same as before."

"What did you feel just now?" Shi Jinzhe's eyes hadn't left her; only now did he listen to the song seriously.

"Love is Simple" is an old song, a classic love confession anthem. I heard many people sing it when I was in school, and it left a deep impression on me.

Shekh: "He seemed to have gotten carried away just now, but now he seems to have pulled himself back."

"You really like this song?"

"I like him, but he doesn't sing well right now, so I don't like him anymore. Maybe he just didn't perform well."

Even the most stoic words couldn't stop her from expressing her disappointment with a blank expression; this was the first time Sherlock had ever said she liked a song.

He sent a message, his left arm resting on the seat in front of him, his right hand on his left shoulder, his head tilted back on the support formed by his two arms, and he stared at Shekh.

This action is somewhat like a student in high school who falls asleep on their desk after playing too much. It doesn't look comfortable, but it is actually the most relaxing posture that can be found under limited conditions.

Sheikh asked, "Are you tired?"

Shi Jinzhe remained silent and shook his head.

The little train, which had been running continuously, completed its sixth lap to the sound of the piano, but neither the train nor the music stopped.

In the replay of the single, a male voice, not belonging to the performance stage, jumped into Sherhe's ears from the black and white piano keys. The voice was not loud, but she heard it clearly.

[I have no regrets about following you day and night for love.]

[That crazy person is me.]

Shekh seemed to have discovered something interesting, and turned his gaze to Shi Jinzhe. Shi Jinzhe had his head down, his face buried in his arms, and his expression was completely unreadable.

Seemingly aware that Sheikh had discovered him singing the song, his voice lowered further, conveying a reluctant yet stubborn insistence on continuing, lacking any of his usual ease and confidence.

[As long as we can be together,]

[You can do anything.]

That feeling of being everywhere, of being surrounded by something, is back.

This subtle difference allowed Sheikh to discern the distinction. She leaned closer and bent down, and after the song ended, she called out his name.

Shi Jinzhe raised his head, and a kiss that was so quick it was almost an illusion landed on his lips. Before he could even process it, Sheh had already sat up straight.

She wiped her mouth, "I acted impulsively."