The moonlight cast a silvery glow, and the east wind rose again, brushing across the shimmering moat, causing the delicate willow branches to sway.

The guards who came with Yao Ling have already gone after her, and they will definitely escort her home later, so Yin Ming doesn't need to worry about her safety.

His ill-fated relationship with Yao Ling finally came to an end at this moment.

Ling Yao had already regained his usual calm demeanor. After Yao Ling left, he stood up straight and quietly stood beside Yin Ming, not mentioning a word about what had just happened.

Or perhaps, he simply doesn't care about what just happened.

Seeing Ling Yao's nonchalant attitude, Yin Ming, who was initially a little awkward, suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable. Damn it, he took advantage of him, stole his first kiss, and acted like nothing happened.

It's hardened, its fists are hardened!

I really want to hit him with a hammer!

only……

It was precisely because Lingyao kissed him that Yaoling was able to back down. If he were to argue with Lingyao about this now, it would seem as if he couldn't handle the situation. After all, before coming here, Yinming had indeed told Lingyao to act more convincingly.

We can't hold it against someone just because they're too into their role. Besides, how can we hold a grudge about something like this?

Should we demand he take responsibility? Or should we demand compensation? Don't be ridiculous, both of these behaviors are bizarre.

Yin Ming irritably ran his fingers through his hair, feeling utterly powerless with nowhere to vent his frustration.

Forget it, let's just leave it at that. It's all in the past. If he brings it up again, it'll feel like something's become something that was originally nothing.

Besides, bringing it up again would only make both of them feel awkward, so it's better not to annoy each other.

Since Lingyao doesn't care, he can just pretend nothing happened.

"Yin Ming, shall we go back to the inn now?"

Lingyao raised his hand to straighten his hair. The hairstyle the shopkeeper had styled for him seemed to make him very uncomfortable, so he simply pulled off the hairpins and ornaments that held his hair in place, and his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall.

Lingyao casually gathered her dark hair on top of her head, took out a light blue hairband from her spatial ring and tied it up, before leisurely raising her eyes to look at Yin Ming.

Compared to an elaborate updo, a simple ponytail appears more crisp and neat, adding a touch of heroic beauty to Lingyao's current look.

Yin Ming had never imagined that the words "beautiful" and "aloof" could be used to describe one person at the same time.

That person was a man.

Lingyao was still looking at him with curious and innocent eyes, and Yin Ming's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily; it was absolutely maddening.

He guiltily looked away from Lingyao's gaze, suddenly feeling like he was the one who had gotten the better deal...

Thinking about it carefully, Lingyao had also gone to great lengths to help him—dressing in women's clothing, putting on makeup, styling his hair, and speaking in a high-pitched voice. It's possible that he was forced to kiss her.

Yes, Yin Ming ate all the candy himself. If he had given Ling Yao another piece of candy, Ling Yao wouldn't have kissed him.

Thinking this way, Yin Ming finally convinced himself, but because he was so confused, he didn't notice that the orange candy he should have been holding in his mouth had long since disappeared.

Lingyao, standing to the side, quietly licked his thin lips, his eyes full of smiles. Orange candy, it's really sweet.

Yin Ming decided to stop dwelling on it, and when asked about Ling Yao's question, he shook his head, looked up at the sky, and said, "Let's go outside the city."

"Go outside the city?" What would we do outside the city at this time?

Lingyao was somewhat puzzled, but Yinming had already taken the lead and walked out of the city. Lingyao immediately followed without hesitation.

***

The two stopped at a grassy area with a wide view. In the distance, they could see a lake with some items on the shore.

Ling Yao looked at Yin Ming, puzzled. The latter raised his right hand and condensed a ball of resentment in his hand. With a gentle lift, the ball of resentment exploded three meters in the air, and the scattered resentment immediately fell like wisps of light in the air and dissipated.

As if ignited by the commotion caused by Yin Ming, sparks suddenly ignited around the shore of the lake, and then streaks of light streaked across the sky, exploding high into the air, accompanied by crackling sounds, transforming into a dazzling sea of ​​stars.

Lingyao gazed at the dazzling fireworks that filled the night sky, his eyes reflecting a glittering galaxy. "Yinming, is this... fireworks?"

“Yes.” Yin Ming had been looking up for a while, but then seemed to find the position a bit tiring, so he simply put his hand under his head and found a comfortable position to lie back on the grass.

Lingyao followed his example and lay down next to him.

"The fireworks are so beautiful," Lingyao murmured.

Yin Ming glanced at him sideways, smiled gently, and then looked up at the sky.

"Yes, it's really beautiful."

Whenever he watches fireworks, Yin Ming is always amazed by the dazzling display that bursts forth in that instant.

Enjoying such beautiful scenery makes you feel that all your troubles will disappear.

"Why do we need to set off fireworks?" Lingyao turned to look at Yinming. In his memory, fireworks were usually only set off by wealthy families during festivals.

In the midst of the brightly lit and bustling city, the light of the fireworks seemed to be dimmed by the beautiful street scene.

At this moment, outside the city, on the grass reflected in the lake, the fireworks were more dazzling and eye-catching than ever before.

"Because today is your birthday."

The words struck like a thunderclap, and Lingyao's eyes widened in disbelief. Today was his birthday?

So these fireworks were set off just for him?

At that moment, Yin Ming chuckled and looked back at Ling Yao. In that instant, even the most dazzling fireworks paled in comparison to the person before him.

"How could Yin Ming know...?"

Lingyao seemed to have many questions to ask, but her inner emotions were too complex and disordered to form a complete sentence, so she could only subconsciously ask this question.

Yin Ming knew he was asking how anyone knew it was his birthday. After all, in the original story, even the male protagonist didn't know his own birthday, let alone anyone else.

As for why Yin Ming knew... well, because Yin Ming is a transmigrator in a book, and the author clearly stated that the male lead's birthday is December 23rd, a Capricorn.

The novel was written over three years, and every December 23rd, the enthusiastic fans would celebrate the birthday of the male protagonist, a fictional character.

The celebrations included holding birthday parties, setting off giant fireworks, and renting out a screen in the country's tallest building to display birthday wishes from fans...

And so on—there's nothing they can't do, only things you can't imagine.

Yin Ming initially thought this behavior was going too far, but now he has become one of those spontaneously celebrating the male lead's birthday.

The fireworks burned out just then, and the night sky instantly returned to calm.

After the fireworks ended, Yin Ming sat up from the ground and rubbed his slightly numb arm. "Hmm... Yao, do you remember asking me what I've been doing these past few days?"

Lingyao was taken aback. Of course he remembered, but Yin Ming was clearly very tired at the time. He didn't expect that Yin Ming would still remember what he said.

"These past few days, I've been to the place where A Yao was born with Long Cheng."

Yin Ming stood up from the grass and extended his hand to Ling Yao with a slight smile.

Lingyao stared blankly at Yin Ming's outstretched hand, a moment of confusion flashing in his eyes. The place where he was born?

Having wandered for so long, he seemed to have almost forgotten that he was once a member of that village.