Chapter 62
The next morning, Yun Zhan bought tickets for the amusement park.
Yun Zhan wore the sweater that Wen Sixue had knitted for her, and Wen Sixue wore the necklace that Yun Zhan had given her.
The amusement park in early spring has just the right weather. It's not too hot here, and the cool breeze on your face is refreshing.
The sunlight, like gold dust kicked up by a water truck, fell on the painted surfaces of the Ferris wheel and carousel, making them sparkle.
Wen Sixue had put on makeup specially today, making the young woman exceptionally radiant. She wore a white dress with pale daisies embroidered on the hem, its waistline cinched slenderly, and the hem fluttered in the wind as she walked.
Yun Zhan glanced sideways. Wen Sixue usually wore her hair down, but today she had tied it into a low ponytail.
"Very beautiful." Yun Zhan casually brushed a strand of her hair aside.
The shyness she once felt when facing herself was gone from her eyes; only calmness and composure remained.
Wen Sixue's heart skipped a beat, and a blush rose behind her ears. She hurriedly brushed a strand of hair behind her ear to cover her burning cheek. Even Yun Zhan, in this state, could still make her heart flutter.
"So, do you like it?" Wen Sixue looked up at Yun Zhan, her bright and sparkling eyes shimmering with tears.
Wen Sixue gazed at her with a touch of fascination; Yun Zhan... was her moon, her god...
"I like it, you look great in this outfit."
Beautiful and pure... Wen Sixue curled the ends of her hair into soft arcs, and a pearl hair clip was tucked behind her ear, making the lines of her neck appear even whiter. Standing at the entrance of the amusement park, she looked like a girl who had stepped out of a youth literature illustration, clean and bright.
"Then I'll dress like this more often for you." Wen Sixue secretly slipped her fingertips between Yun Zhan's fingers, but only dared to hold the last joint of his finger.
She dared not move any further, afraid that if she held on too tightly, she would scare away this stolen dream.
I want to hold on tight, but I know I can't.
Wen Sixue turned her face to the side, letting the sunlight cover her eyelashes, as if using light to create a soft focus on herself, to hide the greed in her eyes.
Yun Zhan's sleeve billowed in the wind, and she took the opportunity to hide her entire hand inside, her fingertips gently tracing the protruding bone on the side of his wrist, round and round...
As she walked to the Ferris wheel, Wen Sixue suddenly stopped and looked up at the huge circular structure. The shadow cast at her feet looked like a lock that might close at any moment.
Wen Sixue lowered her eyes and, where Yun Zhan couldn't see, quietly slipped the tip of her shoe into the shadows, a little further in, trying to hide this relationship in the darkness as well.
"Would you like to sit?" Yun Zhan asked, turning his head.
Wen Sixue shook her head, her voice so soft it was almost carried away by the wind: "Just stand here for a while."
It'll be over in a minute...
If she walked any further, she feared she might not be able to resist turning today into forever.
At the cookie stand, she took the paper bag and unconsciously folded and pressed the opening with her fingertips, leaving tiny creases, as if folding her memories in advance so that when she opened it later, she could accurately return to this moment.
The shopkeeper smiled at Wen Sixue, then turned his gaze to Yun Zhan and asked in a low voice, "This lady is very beautiful, is she your sister?"
When the boss asked a question, Wen Sixue casually handed the paper bag to Yun Zhan, using this action to overlap their shadows.
"No, she's my girlfriend." Wen Sixue smiled brightly. In the shadows, her thumb quietly pressed against the back of the other person's finger, then quickly withdrew, like stealing a kiss that wasn't allowed.
Yun Zhan remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.
Today... my intention was to make Wen Sixue happy; as long as she's happy, that's all that matters.
As they passed the entrance of the paintball game store, Wen Sixue paused for a moment. Her gaze swept over the game area before she quickly looked away, tightening her grip on Yun Zhan's hand.
Yun Zhan sensed the change in her.
Yun Zhan glanced at the paintball booth, then grabbed Wen Sixue and asked, "Want to play this?"
"Is it okay?" Wen Sixue stopped in her tracks, her eyes brightening for a moment.
The wind just happened to ruffle the stray hairs on her forehead. She casually tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and her eyelashes were gilded with a layer of pale gold velvet by the sunlight. When she blinked, it was like a butterfly fluttering its wings.
"Of course you can, but why do you want to play this? You seem to really like it," Yun Zhan asked casually.
Wen Sixue's eyes curved into a smile, as if recalling some minor grievance, before she smiled gently again: "When I was little, I was so envious of other people playing. Later, my parents disappeared, and I never had the chance again."
She paused for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly, before continuing, "When I grew up and earned my own money, I wanted to go, but the boss stopped me, saying, 'Why would a girl play this?' I was furious. I turned around and left, and secretly cursed him a lot behind his back."
Wen Sixue's tone was so light, as if she were telling someone else's story, but her voice still unconsciously lowered at the end.
As Wen Sixue spoke, the sunlight fell directly on her profile, gilding the fine downy hairs with a golden sheen, making her appear almost transparent with her pure beauty.
Looking at her, Yun Zhan suddenly felt that Wen Sixue at this moment was brighter and more vibrant than any neon light in the amusement park.
Yun Zhan reached out and gently pinched the fingertip that was still resting in his palm: "Then let's make up for all the things we didn't get to play when we were kids today."
Without saying a word, Yun Zhan led the person inside.
The shopkeeper was still muttering behind the counter when Yun Zhan gave him a cold look, and the shopkeeper immediately fell silent and obediently handed over two sets of combat uniforms.
The two men, now equipped, entered the area. Painted drums, discarded tires, camouflage bunkers, and the faint smell of paintball smoke filled the air.
Yun Zhan was dressed in camouflage, his belt cinched tightly, his shoulders and back sharp and clean-cut. His hat brim was pulled down, revealing only his pale jawline and a hint of red lips.
"You look so good in this..."
Wen Sixue's heart skipped a beat as she watched, and her cheeks flushed slightly.
The game began, paintballs flew everywhere, and screams and laughter filled the air.
Yun Zhan moved swiftly and was a very accurate shot; he flipped over, aimed, and fired in one smooth motion.
Suddenly, gunfire erupted from around the corner.
A group of players emerged from behind cover, with the leading boy pointing his gun directly at Yun Zhan's chest, and paintballs rained down on him.
Wen Sixue barely had time to think before she lunged forward, shielding Yun Zhan.
"Bang!"
"Thump!"
The two women fell onto the camouflage cushions behind them at the same time. There was a barrier in front of them, so no one saw them for a moment.
Their breaths mingled as they collided, their noses touched, and only a thin layer of air remained between their lips.
Wen Sixue heard the sound of her heart pounding violently, like someone drumming in her chest, and she couldn't tell if it was fright or excitement.
Her hands, which were resting on Yun Zhan's shoulders, were trembling. Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings in the wind, and even her breath was trembling slightly.
“Yun Zhan…” Wen Sixue looked at Yun Zhan, who was pinned beneath her, and her cheeks visibly flushed red.
Yun Zhan raised his eyes, his gaze passing through Wen Sixue's trembling eyelashes and landing on the spot where the paintball had hit her. The paint exploded on her chest, yet it was dazzlingly beautiful.
"Are you in pain?" Yun Zhan asked her.
"I don't feel anything."
Just as Wen Sixue was about to get up, Yun Zhan's eyes darkened for a moment. Then, she raised her hand, cupped the back of Wen Sixue's head, and tilted her head back slightly.
A very light kiss landed on Wen Sixue's lips, like snow falling silently.
Wen Sixue felt the soft touch on her lips, and her hands, which were resting on Yun Zhan's shoulders, trembled. Her heart was beating rapidly.
The smoke from paintballs still lingered in the air, but it couldn't mask the burning breaths between the two.
After getting up, Wen Sixue covered her lips and stammered as she asked Yun Zhan, "...Why so suddenly?"
"I could tell you wanted to kiss me, so I kissed you. I wanted to make you happy." Yun Zhan took her hand and pulled her to his side.
What do you want to do later?
"I want to ride the Ferris wheel."
We chose to have dinner at the revolving restaurant on the top floor of the park, where the lights of thousands of homes gradually came on outside the glass curtain wall.
Wen Sixue cut the steak on her plate, the blade lightly touching the porcelain plate, making a soft "ding" sound, each tinkling sound like a countdown of her heartbeat.
She glanced at him and saw Yun Zhan looking out the window, his eyelashes long and thin in the lamplight, his nose straight and his lips soft in the neon light.
In that instant, Wen Sixue's fingertips trembled slightly. The lines she had rehearsed countless times in her mind were all jumbled up in that one second.
After finishing their meal, Wen Sixue suggested going to ride the Ferris wheel.
The twilight, like gold dust flung by a sprinkler truck, gently settled on the massive steel frame of the Ferris wheel.
Yun Zhan bought the tickets and led Wen Sixue to sit in the cabin.
“I used to envy those lights in the human world,” Wen Sixue suddenly said, her voice so soft as if she were afraid of disturbing the night outside the window.
"I felt so warm and happy about them. But as I grew up, I started to run away from them because I felt that I might never be able to have them in my life." As she said this, Wen Sixue looked into the distance thoughtfully.
Yun Zhan looked up, his gaze passing through the rotating glass and landing on her face.
Wen Sixue took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest, but she forced herself to continue: "But after meeting you, it seems I have hope again."
As the Ferris wheel slowly rose, the night seemed to be drawn back like a velvet curtain, and a dazzling sea of lights suddenly unfolded beneath our feet.
Skyscrapers stand tall, each window glowing with a different light, shimmering silently against the night sky. Streetlights form a golden river, winding through the city's veins, while cars stream by, their taillights leaving long trails of light.
In the distance, the residential area was densely lit, like an overturned star disk, with one or two windows suddenly going out and then suddenly lighting up again.
As the Ferris wheel continued to rise, the sea of lights grew ever more expansive, quietly spreading across the night sky, dazzling and breathtaking.
Wen Sixue stood at the highest point of the Ferris wheel, looking down at the lights.
This was the kind of ordinary, idyllic life she once longed for.
This is also the happiness she is now holding tightly in her hands.
She stood up, her skirt brushing against Yun Zhan's knees, like a cloud that dared not linger.
The Ferris wheel slowly rises into the air, and a sea of lights spreads out beneath your feet, like crumpled gold foil.
Wen Sixue stood in front of Yun Zhan, her back to the approaching peak outside the window, her eyes reflecting his slightly surprised pupils.
"Yun Zhan... I love you."
The moment the words left his mouth, the Ferris wheel reached its highest point.
The city lights exploded beneath my feet, like millions of stars lighting up at once.
The amusement park bells rang at that very moment, their sound overlapping with my heartbeat, like the final note to seal this confession.
Wen Sixue lowered her head and pressed her lips to Yun Zhan's lips, soft, with a hint of sugary sweetness and the coolness of the evening breeze.
She kissed him carefully, yet stubbornly, her tongue gently brushing against his palate, as if trying to pour in all the unspoken longing.
Yun Zhan did not dodge, but instead raised his hand to hold the back of her neck, his fingertips threading through her hair, deepening the kiss, their lips and teeth intertwined, their breaths mingling, like two vines finally entwined at the highest point.
As the chimes faded into the distance, the sea of lights continued to flow beneath our feet, and the rotating carriage swayed slightly, as if gently patting the strings for this kiss.
Wen Sixue closed her eyes, her eyelashes brushing against Yun Zhan's cheek, like a butterfly flapping its wings for the last time.
Her heart was pounding, but she was no longer afraid, because at that moment, she was embracing her whole world.
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