Chapter 130: A Date

At any moment, whenever he could catch the faint, sweet scent that clung to her, he felt a sense of peace.

"Where would you like to go?"

Yan Yichen spoke, forcing himself to stop his wandering thoughts.

"Hmm?"

Meng Yi'er was slightly dazed, taking a moment to process his meaning.

"Where do you want to go for our date?"

The man stared into her innocent eyes, repeating the question.

A date?

She supposed she had agreed to it. It was her first time going on a date with a boy she liked; it was something she had to experience.

Meng Yi'er smiled softly, meeting his deep, dark gaze.

"You decide."

Yan Yichen smiled, clearly pleased by the girl's docility in this moment. He leaned over the steering wheel, closing his eyes for a second, his slender fingers pinching the bridge of his nose. Then, he sat up straight, his low voice carrying a hint of delight.

"Come with me..."

...

Twenty minutes later, Yan Yichen parked the car and took Meng Yi'er’s hand to lead her out. She stepped down from the vehicle, looking around in confusion.

To ride a Ferris wheel is to find happiness. As it slowly turns and rises, the people below become tiny, and it feels as if the whole world consists only of oneself and the person beside them, bringing them closer to the heavens.

When the Ferris wheel reaches its highest point, if you make a sincere wish, the gods will hear it. If they deem you a good person, your wish will come true. With every revolution, there is one more pair of lovers kissing somewhere in the world. She had ridden the Ferris wheel many times before, never knowing if the beautiful legends were true. Now, sitting on it again with this lovely wish in her heart, she wondered if the person beside her was destined to be her own legend.

The Ferris wheel turns, reaching the place closest to the stars. The stars can hear the wishes in people's hearts and help them come to fruition. Thus, sitting on a Ferris wheel is equivalent to touching happiness, finding the closest distance to hope.

His fingers moved skillfully over the phone's keypad, though he felt a bit flustered, his strokes messy and hurried. "Are you free today?" "Yes, I'm just sitting at home bored! Come pick me up, will you? Shall we go to the Treehouse Cafe?" "Alright, I'll drive over to get you. Wait for me a few minutes." Unable to suppress the excitement in his heart, he drove to her residential complex, where the trees were lush, and the warm sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled circles of light upon the ground.

"I'm here! I'm ready, let's go!"

Her fresh, long black hair fell over her shoulders, perfectly framing her fair cheeks, making her look like a classical beauty stepping out of an ink painting. The car was filled with a refreshing scent of lemon—her perfume was as sweet as she was.

The Treehouse Cafe.

It was impeccably clean, and the afternoon sun flooded the cafe, which carried the faint scent of the forest, creating a very cozy atmosphere.

"It's been so long since I asked you out. How have you been lately?"

The girl looked up, a bright and charming smile on her face as she looked at the young man across from her. She stirred her coffee, the rich aroma drifting out and blending into the warm ambiance.

"I'm doing well. But what about you? Has work been busy lately?"

"It's alright. I'll make sure to get some rest."

She lifted her cup and took a sip. By accident, the uncooled coffee splashed onto her hand, scalding her, and she couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"How could you be so careless! Are you hurt? Let me blow on it for you."

The young man bowed his head, tending to her hand with careful, gentle breaths.