Chapter 45
The Parisian morning was shrouded in a light mist.
As soon as the cabin door opened, a refreshing breeze rushed in.
Shuichi Minamino reached out and straightened the coat for the woman beside him.
With his other hand, he gently supported her waist.
Watch your step.
His voice was deep and gentle.
Sakura nodded, her long golden hair gently blowing in the wind.
His azure eyes sparkled.
She took a deep breath—
"This taste is so familiar...it's the taste of freedom."
"It seems Paris is more appealing to you than to me."
Shuichi gave a light hum, feigning displeasure.
"Ouch~"
Sakura smiled and took his arm.
"Of course, the Paris that my husband brought me to is the most charming."
He looked down and smiled.
That smile held a hint of helplessness and doting affection.
They stayed in a penthouse suite near the Champs-Élysées.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the Eiffel Tower is faintly visible in the morning light.
The vase inside the house held pink and white roses.
Macarons and black tea that had just been delivered were laid out on the table.
Sakura changed into a soft white dress.
Her skirt was light and airy, making her look like a painting.
She stood on the balcony, gazing into the distance.
The sunlight shone on her face, making her blonde hair appear to be edged with gold.
"it's beautiful."
“Yes, Paris is indeed very beautiful,” she said with a smile.
I wasn't talking about Paris.
Shuichi hugged her from behind.
His chin rested gently on her shoulder.
I'm talking about you.
Sakura smiled gently.
"...Did you learn those pick-up lines on the streets of Paris?"
“No,” he whispered in her ear.
"This is my truest thought when I look at you."
Her face flushed red.
She gently patted his arm.
"Alright, let's go, or we'll waste such beautiful weather."
At noon, they arrived at the banks of the Seine.
A river breeze caresses your face as street artists paint by the bridge.
The air was filled with the sweet aroma of baking and the scent of coffee.
Sakura linked arms with Shuichi.
The two strolled through the crowd.
Her skirt swayed in the wind.
At that moment, she was just like a Parisian dream.
“Shuichi, do you know?” she said softly.
"When I toured Paris before..."
I always walk this road alone, watching couples everywhere.
At that time, I was thinking... when will it be my turn?
"Isn't it your turn now?"
He turned his head and looked at her.
"Mmm." She smiled, her eyes glistening with tears.
"It's just... happier than I imagined."
"I will make you happy like this forever."
Shuichi's voice was as firm as a vow.
He reached out and cupped her face in his hands.
"I want the whole world to know that you are my wife."
Sakura was stunned.
The next second, he gently kissed her lips.
That kiss,
On the banks of the Seine, amidst the summer breeze and the astonished gazes of passersby,
Gentle yet passionate.
Applause erupted around them, and several street performers laughed as they began to play their harmonicas.
The melody filled the air with romance.
Sakura leaned against Shuichi's chest, smiling as she whispered:
"You're so good at creating a lively atmosphere."
"Of course." He smiled slightly.
"After all, this is our honeymoon."
I'll spoil you so much that even Paris will be jealous.
"Then you'll have to work hard." She blinked gently.
The setting sun slowly sank below the horizon.
The lights of the Eiffel Tower gradually came on.
Night fell over Paris.
They stood side by side on the bridge.
The river reflected the lights.
The two held hands tightly.
Sakura leaned on his shoulder.
She murmured softly, "Thank you, Shuichi."
"Thank me for what?"
Thank you for letting me know.
It turns out that love isn't just a fleeting, passionate moment.
It's not just about the times you hold my hand, but about every ordinary glance you give me.
Shuichi smiled and placed her hand to his lips.
I gave him a light kiss.
"Then—let's make the ordinary last forever together."
Ending narration:
The Parisian night breeze was gentle.
The tower's shadow intertwines with the starlight.
Their laughter was carried away by the wind into the distance—
At that moment,
The story of Minamino Shuichi and Minamino Sakura
We finally arrived at the coordinates called "happiness".
The next day, Paris was illuminated by the soft light of dawn.
The flower shop on the street corner had just opened, and a faint scent of roses filled the air.
Minamino Shuichi took Sakura's hand and led her along the Champs-Élysées.
The trees lining both sides of the sidewalk are tall and neat.
Sakura was wearing a pink and white dress and a straw hat.
The hem of her skirt fluttered gently in the wind.
Her smile was more radiant than the sunlight.
"This is... the legendary romantic Parisian street scene."
She sighed softly, her azure eyes sparkling.
Xiuyi looked at her, a smile overflowing in his eyes.
"Everything you see is romantic."
"That's because I'm in a good mood."
She turned around and smiled, her tone playful.
"After all, someone finally remembered to bring me here for our honeymoon."
Shuichi burst out laughing at her teasing.
"It seems I must continue to work hard to make amends and satisfy Madam."
"Then we'll see how you perform."
Sakura held the ice cream in her hands, took a bite, and
Her tongue was enveloped in sweetness, and she squinted her eyes happily.
In the afternoon, they arrived at the Louvre.
Sunlight streamed through the glass pyramid, casting dappled light onto the marble floor.
World-famous paintings hang quietly on the wall.
Sakura stood in front of the Mona Lisa, her gaze gentle.
"Her smile is so mysterious."
I like your smile even more.
Shuichi stood beside her and said in a low voice.
"Here we go again—flirting in the museum?"
She gave him a gentle push.
“Paris is irresistible,” he replied, half-jokingly.
The two smiled at each other, and the tranquility of that moment was more moving than any work of art.
In the evening, they strolled to the Tuileries Garden.
A gentle evening breeze was blowing, and the roses in the garden were in full bloom.
Sakura took out her violin from her suitcase.
I sat on a bench and tuned the strings.
"You're going to perform here?" Shuichi asked, somewhat surprised.
“Yes.” She smiled. “It would be such a shame not to play a single song in Paris.”
She placed the violin on her shoulder, and the bowstring slipped from her hand the instant she fell.
A gentle melody flowed through the air—
As clear as water, as gentle as a dream.
Passersby stopped in their tracks.
Some people took out their phones to take pictures, while others listened quietly.
Sakura closed her eyes, immersed in the world of music.
Her blonde hair was gently lifted by the wind.
She looked like an angel enveloped in twilight and musical notes.
When the music ended, thunderous applause erupted.
Xiuyi walked up to her,
Under everyone's gaze, he knelt down on one knee.
He took a small box out of his pocket.
"Sakura".
She was taken aback.
He opened the box, inside was a necklace inlaid with pink diamonds and platinum.
"I didn't have a chance to propose to you separately at the wedding."
This time, I'm making up for that moment.
The surrounding crowd gasped in astonishment.
"No matter how many times we start over,"
His gaze was firm and affectionate.
I would still choose to fall in love with you.
Not because of fate, but because of my own will.
Sakura's eyes were slightly red.
A smile appeared on his lips.
"You silly fox, you actually proposed again."
She bent down and picked up the necklace.
Let him put it on for you.
Then, she reached out her hand.
"Then you must remember that you were chosen by me."
Xiuyi smiled, took her hand, and stood up.
He kissed her amidst countless applause and the fragrance of flowers.
night,
A candlelight dinner was prepared on the rooftop balcony.
Red wine, steak, vanilla candles, and pale pink table flowers.
Outside the window, the city lights and the glittering Eiffel Tower are visible.
Sakura leaned against the railing, the wind blowing through her hair.
"Paris is so beautiful."
“Yes.” Shuichi walked up behind her.
He wrapped his arms around her waist.
But in my eyes, you will always be the most beautiful.
She turned around and gently kissed his lips.
"Then let this trip..."
Let this be a new beginning for us.
Ending narration:
The Parisian night sky was filled with starlight.
The lovers' shadows were stretched long by the lamplight.
At this moment, they were no longer two people who had met by chance.
Rather, they are each other's gentlest destination in their destiny.
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