Outside the window, fireworks continued as Sheng Yanxiao kissed Su Weiyi, conquering and claiming territory. The young man seed taller; Su Weiyi was clearly tilting her head up, yet she could still feel the increasingly large arc of his bend.
After a long while, Sheng Yanxiao finally let her go. A bit of Su Weiyi’s lip color was on the corner of his mouth, giving him an enchanting and captivating look. Without pulling away, Sheng Yanxiao leaned his forehead against hers.
"Weiwei, kissing you is so exhausting."
Su Weiyi: "..."
"But I want to be exhausted for a lifeti."
Su Weiyi: "..."
Her cheeks flushed, Su Weiyi pressed her lips together. "What... do you plan to do later?"
Sheng Yanxiao chuckled softly. "You’ll know soon."
For this birthday, he used all the romantic gestures he could find that girls might like, of course, including the late-night Ferris wheel.
Following Sheng Yanxiao to the amusent park, standing beneath the Ferris wheel, Su Weiyi had a vague illusion that today wasn’t Sheng Yanxiao’s birthday, but hers, Su Weiyi’s.
She, after all, was a girl, with an innate longing for romantic sentints.
Although the flowers Sheng Yanxiao prepared today, the serious dinner, and now the Ferris wheel, were all sowhat cliché, they sohow never seed out of date.
After all, with romance, the truly important thing is the person beside you, not the process of these gestures.
Sheng Yanxiao led Su Weiyi onto the Ferris wheel, and the midnight Ferris wheel was always more magnificent than during the day.
After sitting quietly for a while, Su Weiyi took out a paper-wrapped square object from her bag and handed it to Sheng Yanxiao. "Happy Birthday."
Sheng Yanxiao took it and wanted to open it, but Su Weiyi quickly stopped him. "Look at it later."
As she reached out, her small hand naturally landed on Sheng Yanxiao’s hand. The young man’s eyes deepened, and just as the Ferris wheel rotated to the highest point, Sheng Yanxiao suddenly reached out, held the back of Su Weiyi’s head, and kissed her again.
He’s not superstitious, because no matter what, the person in front of him would be his lifelong companion; but occasionally believing those random sayings isn’t bad.
Descending from the Ferris wheel, Su Weiyi was already dizzy from Sheng Yanxiao’s kisses, and by the ti they returned to the apartnt from the suburban amusent park, it was nearly three in the morning.
Su Weiyi was extrely sleepy, casually washed her face, and fell asleep imdiately upon hitting the bed.
Sheng Yanxiao was in a great mood today. He opened the gift Su Weiyi gave him: a bound album, with so chibi-style character sketches inside. As Sheng Yanxiao viewed them, his eyes beca incomparably gentle; she had drawn them.
Su Weiyi titled the album: "Our Story"
The title was hand-written on the cover, artistic in itself. Sheng Yanxiao paused, smiled slightly, and added a few words in the bottom right corner: To be continued...
Then he set down the album, walked to the bedside, propped himself up slightly, looking at the girl already asleep on the bed. One more year, one more year, and he would be her legitimate boyfriend, and they would openly fall in love, and whatever storms that might bring, he would shield her from any harm.
He was the boy who grew up with her and would accompany her for life.
Sheng Yanxiao lowered his head, gently kissing Su Weiyi’s forehead. "Good night, my girl."
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