"Scared?" Song Yaozhuo opened the wardrobe, as if picking out clothes inside.
Yu Qiuchi shook his head and said honestly, "No, not at all."
Yu Qiuchi was least afraid of being imprisoned. He had been imprisoned by his father before, and then by Mo Weiyun. He had been imprisoned before, so what was there for him to fear?
Besides, if Song Yaozhuo wanted to imprison him, he wouldn't be qualified. He would have to get past Mo Weiyun first. Mo Weiyun was an overly possessive madman when it came to him, and Song Yaozhuo wouldn't gain any advantage if he clashed with him.
Song Yaozhu chuckled softly, glancing at the phone that was already switched off: "I don't want anyone to bother me today. I'll send you back on time after today."
"So, will you take a picture with me?" Song Yaozhuo's fingertips brushed against a red garment, but in the end, he gave up and picked up another garment next to it.
He closed the wardrobe, tidied it up, and handed it to Yu Qiuchi: "I'll wait for you outside. Don't worry, the surveillance cameras aren't on."
Hearing the bedroom door close, Yu Qiuchi felt a headache coming on as she held the red dress in her hand. But was it really necessary to go to such lengths just to take a picture?
The garment in Yu Qiuchi's hand was quite heavy. He spread it out on the bed and examined it closely.
A white fox-print lining, a long robe embroidered with lotus flowers, and a silver-white embroidered cloud waist belt with a red rope and bells wrapped around it, making it look very exquisite.
Yu Qiuchi couldn't help but admire Song Yaozhuo's taste; it was a very beautiful outfit, but perhaps it was too red.
Although Song Yaozhuo said the surveillance cameras were off, Yu Qiuchi still cautiously changed her clothes in the bathroom.
Yu Qiuchi opened the bedroom door and found Song Yaozhuo standing guard at the door.
"Very beautiful, it's a pity she doesn't have long hair anymore." The amazement in Song Yaozhuo's eyes was genuine. Red is a color that complements the skin tone. Her red dress was like fire, but she was as white as snow, as if she would melt into the fire if she wasn't careful.
Yu Qiuchi's waist was accentuated by its slenderness. If it were just an embroidered cloud waist sash, it would be fine, but the red rope waist bells jingled as he moved, making his waist appear even more delicate.
She wasn't wearing any makeup, yet she was more beautiful than a flower, with bright, captivating eyes that seemed to beckon.
"Let's eat first." Song Yaozhuo withdrew his burning gaze and led Yu Qiuchi to the rooftop.
The rooftop has transparent glass and a large stargazing mirror on it.
"It's a pity we're not online now, otherwise it would be a beautiful sight from the sky." Song Yaozhuo's tone was tinged with regret: "However, I'm very happy that Qiu Chi could come here with me."
The food on the table included both Chinese and Western dishes, which seemed a bit incongruous, but a closer look revealed that they were all dishes that Yu Qiuchi liked.
Seeing Yu Qiuchi standing in the wind gazing into the distance, Song Yaozhuo pulled him to the dining table: "This is an isolated island, with only this one house."
It was so desolate here; apart from the birds, there were only them. It was nothing like the private island that Yu Qiuchi remembered.
The playboys around him especially liked to take beautiful women to Love Island, which was lively and had many entertainment facilities. Yu Qiuchi had been there as well, and it was the complete opposite of this place.
When Song Yaozhuo said he was taking photos with Yu Qiuchi, he really meant taking photos.
On the beach, it was around three o'clock. Yu Qiuchi could see the sun when he looked up, but the wind still felt cold. He tentatively stepped into the water. He didn't try to pose for the camera, but every frame in Song Yaozhuo's lens was beautiful.
After splashing around in the waves, Yu Qiuchi felt a bit cold as the sea breeze gradually cooled down.
A white snowflake landed on the tip of his nose. Yu Qiuchi was a little surprised. He thought it was raining and reached out to catch it.
Snowflakes slowly landed in my palm and then melted, but the sun still shone in the sky!
Yu Qiuchi was excited. He ran towards Song Yaozhuo, splashing through the waves: "Brother Yu, it's snowing!"
Song Yaozhuo did not answer, but simply pressed the shutter button quietly.
Large snowflakes slowly transformed into halos in the sunlight, reflecting off Yu Qiuchi's bleached hair.
Sun-drenched snow is a rare treat, and to share it with someone you love is even more precious.
Although the wedding dress was never given away, Song Yaozhuo was already content with this snowfall.
He helped Yu Qiuchi put on a white woolen shawl, which complemented his complexion even more today.
Yu Qiuchi was still excited; they had seen Sun Snow on the beach of the isolated island!
Yu Qiuchi subconsciously wanted to share with Mo Weiyun, but regretted that she didn't have a mobile phone and couldn't broadcast it live.
The snow didn't last long. As night fell, a yellowish hue gradually painted the green mountains. Yu Qiuchi watched as lights lit up in the distance to welcome the arrival of night.
"Have you had enough fun?" Song Yaozhuo asked, standing next to Yu Qiuchi.
“Actually, Brother Yu, you can interact more with everyone. You’re a very good person.” Yu Qiuchi picked up a twig and started drawing on the beach.
"They are all just passersby in life; getting to know them better will only add to the sorrow." Song Yaozhuo said this as an excuse. He lowered his eyes, and from this angle, he could see Yu Qiuchi's fair neck under her red dress.
"If that's the case, then I'm just a passerby in life too?" Yu Qiuchi said in the quiet sea breeze.
"You're different."
"How is it different? They're all people!"
“People are different.”
...
"I've thought that way too, but now I suddenly realize that having something is always better than having nothing!" Yu Qiuchi wiped away a pile of ink writing on the beach, stood up, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun. He was carefree and unrestrained, the wind slipping through his fingers: "Since I've already drunk my fill today, what's there to fear about the future?"
Song Yaozhuo opened a bottle of beer and handed it to Yu Qiuchi: "I promised my dad I'd take over the company."
Yu Qiuchi looked up in surprise and asked Song Yaozhuo, "Why?"
Song Yaozhuo said in a relaxed voice, "I have captured the most satisfying scenery, and I will not surpass it in the future."
“Besides, I’ve been out playing long enough. If I don’t go back soon, my dad will get really angry.” Song Yaozhuo’s voice became calm: “If Mo Weiyun has wronged you, I should at least have the confidence to help you.”
Song Yaozhuo was dressed in his usual style, the blue diamonds on his ears as captivating as the night sky above the sea: "If you don't like him anymore, I'll be waiting for you anytime."
“This is what my heart desires.” Song Yaozhuo looked down into Yu Qiuchi’s eyes and said earnestly, “Love never follows reason, so you don’t need to feel guilty. This is my own choice, and you don’t have to take responsibility for it.”
Birds flew through the night sky, waves surged and crashed against the shore, and the lonely island seemed to roar and erupt in the torrential sea as he flipped through the photos.
Looking at Yu Qiuchi, who was dressed in red and smiling, Song Yaozhuo thought to himself: Today we are bathed in snow together, and in this life we can be considered to grow old together.
But he himself understood that growing old together was not something that could be replaced by snow, and that meeting each other was already a stroke of good fortune.
But he was still greedy, wanting to leave just a tiny trace in Yu Qiuchi's heart, just a tiny one, not just a passerby.
Until the sun had completely set, Song Yaozhuo kept his promise and sent Yu Qiuchi back.
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