Chapter 99 Pleasant Things.

Kwon Ji-yong's brown eyes held a glimmer of light. He reached out, pulled An Joo-feng close, and slowly leaned in to kiss her cheek before kissing her lips.

An Rufeng laughed, hooked her arm around his neck, and tilted her head back to kiss him.

The moment Anru Feng's warm and soft touch landed on his lips, Kwon Ji-yong couldn't help but tighten his arms around Anru Feng's waist, pulling her closer to him.

Anru could feel Kwon Ji-yong's heartbeat coming through her chest, each beat heavier than the last.

Their shadows merged into one under the lamplight, leaving only the singing in the room.

You fill my heart with the beating of love.

...never ever no break up (I will never break up with you)

Trust me, I'll make love to you.

..."*

Before we knew it, "Butterfly" was coming to an end. The gentle yet firm low singing made the room even more tranquil.

They separated, both panting.

The sparks shimmering in Quan Zhilong's eyes were more dazzling than the aurora borealis.

After a short pause, Kwon Ji-yong wanted to kiss her again.

"I'm hungry, let's go eat dinner." An Rufeng smiled and pushed his head away as he leaned closer.

Kwon Ji-yong had already booked a private restaurant in advance, and this was the perfect time to go, so we had to regretfully give up on that plan.

An Rufeng tidied her hair in front of the full-length mirror.

"I'll help you." Kwon Ji-yong smiled and sat down behind her. He said he would help her, but he was actually just playing with a few strands of her hair.

An Rufeng ignored him and continued to comb her hair with her hands.

Kwon Ji-yong fiddled with An Joo-fung's hair, initially with great interest, but soon stopped.

Kwon Ji-yong looked up and stared intently at An Yeo-feng in the mirror. Because of practice, a few strands of wet hair clung to her cheeks.

She likes her hair to be straight and neat, and she usually pays attention to whether her hair is messy or not, so it is rare for it to be this messy.

She used to like keeping her distance from people, but now, because of him, she's gotten used to being touched by strangers.

She also enjoys going out and traveling, but now she spends most of her time confined to her small practice room.

Looking at An Rufeng's disheveled and even somewhat disheveled appearance in the mirror, Quan Zhilong felt a sharp pang in his heart.

A pang of heartache welled up in his chest, almost overwhelming him.

"What’s wrong with you?!"

An Rufeng looked in the mirror and slowly tidied her hair. Quan Zhilong suddenly fell silent and stopped moving. She couldn't help but look at his reflection in the mirror.

But when I turned my gaze, I saw that his eyes were red and he was about to cry, which startled me.

"It feels like I've bound the most freely growing flower in the world." Kwon Ji-yong's voice was hoarse and out of tune, as if it had been sanded.

"Hmm?" Kwon Ji-yong's words seemed abrupt and left An Ru-feng puzzled. She couldn't help but turn around to face him.

Kwon Ji-yong stroked An Ru-feng's half-finished hair, "Your hair is so messy. You don't like it like this. You didn't like anyone touching you before either. Now you can't go wherever you want whenever you want. I've realized that you've compromised and changed too much for me. You're not free anymore. Ru-feng, you've suffered so much."

An Rufeng was taken aback by his words, then couldn't help but grasp his hand: "You've changed a lot for me too, haven't you?"

"I am free, both my will and my soul are free."

"My change is based on my love for you, and loving you is a free, autonomous, and proactive choice for me."

"I love you, I'm willing, loving you is a joyful thing."

An Rufeng stepped forward, wrapped her arms around Quan Zhilong's neck, leaned close to him, and kissed the corner of his mouth. "You love me. Are you tired?"

"Aigoo..." Kwon Ji-yong's Adam's apple bobbed violently a few times, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end it all turned into a barely audible sigh.

He pulled An Rufeng tightly into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head, feeling the surging, burning throbbing in his chest almost bursting out.

Ru Feng is pure love itself.

It's so precious.

What to do? I can't imagine life without Ru Feng.

Perhaps it was because he had been thinking about it during the day that he dreamed about it at night. That night, when he got home, Kwon Ji-yong had a nightmare about An Yeo-poong leaving.

After waking up in fright, although he couldn't remember the specific scenes in the dream, he only remembered the feeling of loss. Kwon Ji-yong was afraid of experiencing it again, so he didn't dare to sleep much and went to the company early.

When An Rufeng arrived at the company and he saw her in person, Quan Zhilong's anxious heart finally relaxed a little.

"You called me in the middle of the night yesterday? What did you say?" An Rufeng asked Quan Zhilong uncertainly. She had been woken up by a phone call in the middle of the night yesterday.

She woke up groggily to see that it was Kwon Ji-yong calling, but she couldn't hear him. Perhaps because she was still not fully awake, she couldn't remember what he said.

"It's nothing, I just accidentally pressed it," Kwon Ji-yong said with a smile, his eyes fixed on An Ru-feng as if afraid she would disappear at any moment.

One part of last night's nightmare was that he was trying to call Ru Feng, but the number was not in service and he couldn't get through no matter what he tried. He remembers this part.

I woke up feeling extremely anxious and instinctively dialed the number from my dream. I was startled to hear the exact same message on my phone: "The number you dialed is not in service. Please confirm and dial again."

After waking up, I dialed Ru Feng's number that I had saved on my phone. When I heard Ru Feng's groggy voice, I felt relieved to know that she was there, so I didn't say anything to disturb her sleep.

"Why are you always staring at me?" Anru Feng felt that he was acting strangely today.

Kwon Ji-yong took her hand, feeling her soft skin and warm body temperature. He slightly lowered his gaze, concealing his emotions, and said with a grin, "Because it looks good. Let's go to the practice room."

Seeing this, An Rufeng didn't ask any more questions and followed him to the practice room.

Recently, G-Dragon is going to film a music video for a song, and one of the scenes is a dance in the rain, probably a waltz.

The waltz steps were simple for Kwon Ji-yong, but he had never danced it before, so he practiced with An Joo-feng before filming the music video.

Upon arriving at the practice room, Kwon Ji-yong stood in front of An Yeo-feng, his gaze gently falling on her with a tender smile.

He bowed slightly, elegantly extending his right hand forward with the palm slightly upward, while his left hand rested lightly on his chest. With a slight bow and a gentlemanly smile, he solemnly invited An Rufeng, "Miss An, may I have this dance?"

His voice was deep and gentle, a small smile played at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were fixed on An Rufeng.

An Rufeng smiled gently, nodded in agreement, and placed her hand in his palm.

Kwon Ji-yong's fingers gently enveloped hers, naturally taking An Joo-feng's hand in his, while his other hand steadily supported her waist, guiding her to dance to the melody.

Kwon Ji-yong looked down at An Yeo-feng, her eyelashes casting dappled shadows under the light, like tiny fans.

An Rufeng saw him staring straight at her again, just like before, and couldn't help but give him a questioning look.

Kwon Ji-yong raised an eyebrow, said nothing, and smiled as he led her to immerse herself more deeply in the melody.

One step, two steps, three steps...

Their footsteps intertwined in perfect harmony, as if they were born to be so in sync.

As the music gradually reached its climax, their bodies seemed to know by nature how to move, how to rotate, and how to approach and separate at the right moment.

An Rufeng's eyelashes trembled slightly as she felt her heartbeat synchronize with Quan Zhilong's steps, a strange feeling spreading through her heart.

Kwon Ji-yong's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes. A familiar feeling spread through his mind like ripples, as if he had traveled through a long time tunnel.

Gradually, their dance steps changed from a waltz to another kind of dance, one that felt somewhat familiar.

It is a classical Chinese dance.

Fragments of memory slowly surged in, and scattered images flashed through my mind with each dance step.

As the last note faded into the air, Kwon Ji-yong's fingertips gently turned, and An Joo-bong completed her final elegant turn with the momentum of the movement.

When she faced Kwon Ji-yong again, the two of them stopped moving at the same time.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

An Rufeng blinked, her gaze focusing on Quan Zhilong's face, which was so close to hers. His facial features gradually overlapped with the slightly immature face deep in her memory under the light.

Kwon Ji-yong felt his heart suddenly race, and a long-lost emotion welled up from the deepest part of his heart, overwhelming him like the sea.

Kwon Ji-yong and An Yeo-feng's eyes met in the air, and deeply buried memories cleaved through the fog like lightning, exploding in their minds.

Forgotten times, sealed memories, and lost fragments return like a tide.

Memories flashed through Kwon Ji-yong's mind, finally settling on the image of the plane gradually disappearing into the distance.

The suppressed panic of loss surged back into Kwon Ji-yong's heart.

He suddenly grabbed An Rufeng's wrist with such force that he almost crushed her bones, but then released his grip the moment he touched her body temperature.

He lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Anru Feng's, his eyelashes trembling as they brushed against her cheek, his breath hot and rapid.

His fingertips carefully traced the outlines of her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips, as if to confirm that this was not an illusion.

"You...you came to find me." Kwon Ji-yong's voice trembled slightly as his lips brushed against her earlobe and his warm breath caressed her neck.

“Thank goodness… I can come to find you,” An Rufeng hugged Quan Zhilong’s waist, recalling the turbulence on the plane and the pen she dropped at the last minute. “Luckily, I didn’t miss it.”

Kwon Ji-yong's hand gently stroked her back down to her waist, then back to her shoulder, as if to make sure every inch of her was there.

His eyes welled up with tears, and his voice was low and soft, filled with the joy of having something lost and then found: "Ru Feng, thank you... thank you for coming to me, thank you for choosing me... thank you... for loving me."

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Author's Note: * Lyrics to "Butterfly"