Not far away, the guests watching the movie exclaimed in surprise. They turned around to see that the plot of the movie on the screen had taken a turn.

The boy, whose eye disease was cured, saw the letter the female protagonist left for him.

She didn't want to be seen.

She doesn't want to be seen, so he can return to the darkness.

At the end of the movie, the boy blinds himself with an ice pick and sits under a tree with a smile, waiting for the female lead to return.

Shi Jinzhe said, "See? Love makes people blind."

Shech added, "It's also completely unrecognizable."

"But it's extreme, it's idealistic love." Shi Jinzhe stepped into the waves crashing on the beach and picked up a seashell.

It's not as nice as the one Sheikh gave him back then.

He weighed the seashell in his hand and heard some departing guests wiping away tears, while others nonchalantly remarked that top-tier love-struck individuals were truly terrifying and should be avoided in real life.

Sheikh stepped into the waves with him and bent down to pick up a small seashell, a very common one, lacking any romantic flair.

She carefully put away the small seashell, then took the one from Shi Jin's hand. "People pursue the ultimate because they don't see it in everyday life. If I gave you a seashell that you just picked up casually, would you keep it and display it at home?"

Before waiting for an immediate reply, she confidently said, "You definitely will, because it was a gift from me, but others might not, because it's not rare enough."

"You are rare, so anything you give me is worth cherishing."

"Stop talking nonsense. I'm rare to begin with." Shehdo picked up a few shells and put them into Shi Jin's palm. "These are rare shells for you. Keep them safe."

"I really need to thank my wife who cherishes me."

“No need to thank me,” Shekh said, extending his hand with an air of superiority. “You may lead me back.”

"Can you push your luck?"

"Go back in."

Shi Jinzhe carried a bag full of seashells and took her back to the hotel. He didn't care that there was a little water stain in the pocket of his gray pants. He hugged and kissed her as soon as they entered the room.

The slit in the long skirt is easy to lift up, but the strappy shoes can't just fall off with a flick of the wrist.

Shekh kicked his legs twice, and considering that these shoes were the first time he had worn them today, he didn't destroy them outright, but instead reminded Shi Jin to break them.

Shi Jinzhe glanced down and saw two thin straps crisscrossing and wrapping around the knees. How did he choose such complicated shoes? It would have been better to just give Sher a pair of slippers when going out.

He knelt down on one knee and said, "Lift your leg."

Sheh leaned against the door, her arms behind her back, using her shrugged shoulders to catch the straps of her slipping dress. One of her feet, now untied, was on his knee. She said, "You got what you deserved."

Shi Jinzhe's enthusiasm for dressing her up never waned, and Shekh often suspected that he had some unspeakable, unique hobby.

Shi Jinzhe grabbed her other ankle and made her kick with her knee instead. "I was thinking of ways to dress you up, and you said I deserved it. I'm angry."

"You don't dare to be angry with me."

"You really know how to talk." Shi Jinzhe untied the strap of the other shoe, tossed the strappy sandals aside, and looked up at her. "You're not allowed to speak such blunt truths anymore."

"Oh, I like you so much."

"You can talk about this, please say more."

Shekh didn't say anything, but lifted his leg up: "It's a little itchy."

She felt the angle was a bit strange and unsafe, as the dark jade bracelet on Shi Jinzhe's wrist was digging into her thigh.

As it turned out, her intuition was spot on.

Shi Jinzhe came over and embraced her calf, lingering upwards. The icy jade bracelet warmed up to normal temperature under her skirt.

There was no way to retreat, so Shekh had no choice but to put his hand on his shoulder for support.

"...I can hear sounds outside." She leaned against the door, taking deep breaths, and heard other guests talking as they passed by outside.

"If you can still hear other sounds, it means you're not engaged enough."

"Am I being enthusiastic enough in front of others?"

"..."

Time was running out, and he was speechless.

Shekh always managed to shut him down from various angles.

He lifted her legs and carried her into the suite.

No one can be perfect. He was just anxious, but he didn't have this crazy desire to share.

The soundproofing in the hotel entrance is indeed very poor. After he finishes climbing the mountain tomorrow, he'll go back to the artificial island, close the door, and go crazy at home as much as he wants.

However, the two of them did not get out of bed the next day.

The hiking plan was postponed for a day. Before leaving for the airport, Shi Jinzhe, who rarely felt hungry, ate a bowl of dry rice.

Shekh only ate the seafood in the seafood porridge, saying, "Because of you, my pickled radish and old duck soup was delayed by two days."

"I can change my name to Sour Radish."

"Did I go there to eat pickled radishes? Why don't you just say you're a duck?"

"Are you out of your mind from sleeping? Listen to what you're saying."

Shekh stubbornly replied, "Maybe you've made me stupid."