She was already standing firmly, yet the person behind her seemed unwilling to release the hand encircling her waist, and her cheeks blushed fiercely.

The sun was slowly setting at the horizon, and at the moment it hovered on the rocks, everyone around took out their phones to snap photos. She remained still, merely lifting her gaze towards the sky.

The sky was ablaze with colorful clouds, but she thought that couldn’t compare to the heat in her cheeks.

As the sun gradually set and the surrounding crowd began to disperse, the arm around her waist finally lowered: "Shall we go?"

"Okay."

From the sunset viewing to walking back to the inn, she completely forgot Si Nian and Chen Ajia’s whereabouts, and only snapped back when Sheng Yanxiao mentioned dinner, wondering about the two.

"I just called them, couldn’t find us, they’ve started eating already."

Huh... Is that okay?

In the following days, it often mysteriously went from four people to two, to the point where she was accustomed to it.

Though Chen Ajia and Si Nian had just met, they seemed like old friends long acquainted, becoming familiar quickly.

The gluttonous nature of Chen Ajia appeared even more innocent and childlike than her, while Si Nian naturally had an approachable temperament, and often amidst wandering, the two would run off upon spotting something tasty.

The night before departure, there was a bonfire party in the small town, and supposedly there were fireworks at night.

The young men and women of the town, along with tourists, gathered at the town’s square around seven o’clock. Known as a square, it was merely the size of two basketball courts, with a pile of firewood set up in the center, looking very traditional.

Chen Ajia and Si Nian were off somewhere again, and at the beginning she and Sheng Yanxiao were on the outskirts of the crowd. As night fell and the bonfire blazed fiercely, Sheng Yanxiao squeezed through, leading her further inside.

Everywhere there was lively chatter, everyone spontaneously linking hands to form a circle, taking two steps to the left and kicking a foot, then two steps to the right and kicking a foot.

As long as the rhythm was caught, the moves were simple.

Her face broke into a smile; despite her usual aversion to noise, she seemed rather happy today.

Sheng Yanxiao, having studied piano, possessed excellent rhythm. Although such activities seemed childish in his eyes, seeing her joy made it pleasing to him, though the people beside them had terrible rhythm.

Upon the eleventh misstep that landed on his foot, Young Master Sheng couldn’t help but exclaim, "Weiwei, if you step on me again, I’ll be crippled."

She playfully stuck out her tongue, speaking softly: "Sorry."

The noise was too overwhelming to hear her, and Sheng Yanxiao could only see her lips move—her red lips glistening under the firelight, causing his gaze to darken as he suddenly pulled her outward.

They dashed through the crowd, and after running about thirty meters, his long arm pressed against the tree trunk, pinning her against it, and the next moment, his cool lips descended.

The night breeze was gentle; the town’s air a bit chilly, and she tilted her head up, feeling nothing but scorching warmth from heart to body.

Sheng Yanxiao didn’t delve deeply; it was merely a touch against her lips, occasionally a lick—pure and inexperienced kiss.

After several minutes, he finally released her.