Su Huaiming looked at him in confusion, and was about to ask when he saw Fu Jingfan slowly release his grip.
A firefly took flight, circled twice in front of Su Huaiming, and then flew into the sky.
Su Huaiming kept following the fireflies with his eyes, a smile unconsciously playing on his lips, wanting to see where they were going. Unexpectedly, the fog at night was too thick, obscuring the fireflies' light. After flickering a few times, they vanished from their sight.
Su Huaiming, with his naturally romantic heart, didn't feel sorry at all. Instead, he smiled and said, "Xiao Xiao is right. Fireflies are like flying stars; they've returned to the sky."
Su Huaiming tilted his head back and pointed to the night sky. "Look, the fireflies are hiding behind the clouds."
Su Huaiming was captivated by the beauty of the night sky, while Fu Jingfan was mesmerized by the smile in his eyes.
The bright moonlight shone on Su Huaiming's brows and eyes, making his eyes sparkle. His profile appeared even more radiant and fair, like pure jade, untouched by any dust. He was like an elf under the night sky, so beautiful that one dared not touch him.
Fu Jingfan looked intently at Su Huaiming, his heart softening completely.
For the first time, he was so sincerely grateful to fate for allowing him to meet Su Huaiming.
Time slowed down infinitely, and every movement and expression of Su Huaiming was deeply engraved in his heart—forever vivid and never fading.
Fu Jingfan reached out and grasped Su Huaiming's wrist.
Su Huaiming was stunned for a moment, looking at him with confusion.
Fu Jingfan's eyebrows softened, and his dark eyes were so pure, reflecting only Su Huaiming's figure, unable to accommodate anything else.
"Fireflies hide behind the clouds." After saying this, Fu Jingfan gently placed Su Huaiming's hand on his chest; his heartbeat told the whole story.
You are hidden in my heart.
"..."
The world became very quiet at that moment.
Su Huaiming's breathing and heartbeat were completely controlled; his pupils trembled slightly, and his mind was firmly drawn to Fu Jingfan, unable to tear his gaze away.
The wind blew from afar, Su Huaiming heard Fu Jingfan's voice hidden behind his heartbeat.
His thoughts were in disarray, and for the first time, Su Huaiming was so clumsy that he didn't even know what expression to wear when facing Fu Jingfan.
His palm was burning hot, and he seemed to feel Fu Jingfan's heart beating powerfully, each beat striking his heart and merging with his own.
All his senses were focused on that hand, burning from its intense heat. His fingers felt weak and limp, and even his arm was trembling slightly, but he didn't lower his hand.
Fu Jingfan wasn't in a hurry. He had already gotten the answer from Su Huaiming's actions. He smiled slightly and took Su Huaiming's other hand.
"I made a mistake," Fu Jingfan said softly.
"Wh-what?" Su Huaiming heard himself ask.
"I said before that Xiao Xiao likes you very much and can't leave you, but that's not the truth."
Before they knew it, the fog gradually dissipated, and fireflies surrounded them. Under the twinkling lights, Fu Jingfan's appearance became even more handsome.
"And me." Fu Jingfan's voice blended with the evening breeze, flowing gently into Su Huaiming's ear. "I love you too, and I can't live without you."
Fu Jingfan's fingertips rubbed against the base of Su Huaiming's ring finger, encircling it firmly, as if he were putting a special ring on Su Huaiming's finger.
More eternal than time itself, sincere and passionate, it happens only once in a lifetime.
"Can you stay by my side forever?"
Chapter 83
Su Huaiming felt as if he were trapped in a crimson dream.
Soft clouds floated beneath my feet, making me feel so light I could fly, creating a strong sense of unreality.
A blush spread up her neck at a visible speed, the heat eroding her reason, her mind a complete mess, utterly shut down, even moving a single finger required tremendous effort.
In a daze, his consciousness seemed to fly out of this body and float far above, where he saw himself saying something to Fu Jingfan.
Fu Jingfan smiled, took his hand, and their fingers intertwined.
He didn't struggle, and the two walked back side by side.
Fireflies swarmed around them, chasing after them, forming a twinkling net that enveloped them.
Su Huaiming's entire mind was occupied by Fu Jingfan. Even after he looked away, Fu Jingfan's image would still appear in his mind's eye, and Fu Jingfan's words would continue to echo in his ears.
Fu Jingfan said she liked him.
Fu Jingfan said he couldn't live without him.
Fu Jingfan also asked him to stay by his side forever.
It was as if three curses were tightly bound to Su Huaiming, following him through lifetimes, from which he could never break free.
The night wind was rather cool, Su Huaiming had been exposed to it for a long time. His face was still burning hot, and the tips of his ears were so red they looked like they were about to bleed. But his bloodshot brain gradually calmed down, and he regained a sliver of rationality.
Su Huaiming blinked, looking around at the scene, his expression completely bewildered.
He was standing in the corridor, a faint scent of incense wafting around him. The room number indicated that this was his and Fu Jingfan's room.
When did he get back?!
Su Huaiming seemed to have blacked out after drinking; his memory was very blurry. He didn't remember how he responded to Fu Jingfan got back.
Just as Su Huaiming was in a daze, a hand with pale skin and distinct knuckles appeared in his field of vision. Long, slender fingers grasped the doorknob and gently pushed the door open.
Su Huaiming was drawn to the hands, his gaze slowly moving upwards, before belatedly realizing that Fu Jingfan was standing right next to him.
Fu Jingfan appeared completely at ease and said, "It's getting late, let's go inside and rest."
Just being stared at by Fu Jingfan was enough to make Su Huaiming unable to bear it. His thick, curly eyelashes trembled slightly, and he quickly looked away, lowering his head to stare at the floor. His movements were quite deliberate, as if he was afraid of meeting Fu Jingfan's gaze.
Fu Jingfan accommodated Su Huaiming, simply bringing him clothes without saying much, and left the bathroom.
After the door closed, Su Huaiming took a long, deep breath.
No one was watching, but Su Huaiming still tried his best to hide his panic, standing in front of the shower as usual, the warm water dripping down his hair and gently gliding over his body.
Su Huaiming could no longer hold back. He pressed his forehead against the cold wall and shouted loudly in his mind, but no sound came out in reality.
In his past life, he was in poor health, and his only wish was to live one more day. Love and romance were completely outside his considerations. This was the first time he had experienced this. He learned yesterday that Fu Jingfan liked him, and before he could even process his feelings, he was confessed to today.
It was still as solemn and sincere as ever.
Su Huaiming had no experience whatsoever and was completely dumbfounded by all of this.
Most importantly, he forgot how to respond to Fu Jingfan!!
Fu Jingfan's reaction was the same as usual, revealing no clue whatsoever, making it impossible to guess his feelings.
Su Huaiming sighed deeply again, feeling utterly devastated, and banged his head against the wall once more.
He never imagined he would be so clumsy, making things turn out like this.
Or... should he respond to Fu Jingfan again?
As Su Huaiming was thinking this, he suddenly felt a faint burning sensation at the base of his left ring finger.
He raised his hand in a daze and saw the water flow down his fingertips, circling around the base of his fingers.
It was an invisible ring made of water, and it was Fu Jingfan who put it on his finger.
Su Huaiming stared blankly, his heart calming down, all his panic subsiding.
It felt very warm all over, like Fu Jingfan's embrace, which made me feel very safe.
Su Huaiming still couldn't recall how he had responded, but his heart had already given him the answer.
He had been dawdling for a long time and dared not waste any more time, afraid of arousing Fu Jingfan's suspicion. He quickly finished his shower and changed into clean pajamas.
He intended to push the door open and leave, but as he reached the doorway, he suddenly caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror out of the corner of his eye.
A layer of mist filled the mirror, making it blurry, but Su Huaiming could still see his current appearance.
Her hair was still wet and hadn't been dried with a towel. The collar of her pajamas was damp, leaving a dark stain that clung tightly to her collarbone.
From her neck to her face, there was a layer of pink on her skin for some reason. A trace of redness lingered at the corner of her eyes, as if she had been crying. Her eyes were glistening with tears, and her lips had a special luster.
Su Huaiming couldn't help but touch it; it was soft and warm, and his lips, which were originally a light color, turned bright red, as if he had applied rouge.
Su Huaiming felt a jolt in his ears, his blood rushing to his head, and he was too ashamed to look at himself in the mirror.
Is he really this kind of person? Just after hearing Fu Jingfan's confession, he acted all lovestruck. Isn't that a bit too... you know?!
For the first time in his life, Su Huaiming deeply doubted his own character. Frustrated, he scratched his hair and felt like banging his head against the wall again.
He grabbed a towel from the side and tried to dry his hair. He then washed his face with cold water, but the heat on his face didn't go down at all; instead, it became even redder.
The body doesn't lie; he wouldn't be in this state unless he calmed down.
Just as Su Huaiming hesitated, a shadow was cast through the frosted glass.
Fu Jingfan knocked on the door, but didn't come in. He simply asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"
Su Huaiming felt very guilty, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and he almost bristled.
He hurriedly responded, then pulled the towel over his head, holding the bottom with his hand, almost completely covering his face except for his eyes.
Su Huaiming took a deep breath, mentally prepared himself, before pushing open the door and walking out.
He lowered his head, staring at a small patch of empty space in the corner, pretending to be seriously drying his hair.
"Go wash up quickly," Su Huaiming said.
Fu Jingfan stood by the window. Su Huaiming couldn't see his expression, but he could feel his strong presence.
The footsteps didn't get any closer. Fu Jingfan gave a soft "hmm" and went straight into the bathroom.
After the door closed, Su Huaiming's tense body relaxed, his shoulders and back no longer straightened, and he sat down on the bed as if all his strength had left him.
He had hoped to use this time to clear his mind and calm down, but unexpectedly, the sound of water from the bathroom was amplified infinitely in the empty room.
The bed behind him silently foreshadowed what was to come. Su Huaiming, a complete novice with no experience, couldn't bear it any longer, so he secretly pushed open the door, intending to go outside for some fresh air.
Su Huaiming wandered around in the corridor and then took a stroll outside the hotel. The heat on his face gradually subsided, and his brain began to work again.
However, he spent too much time on it. When he saw the time displayed on his phone, Su Huaiming was stunned for a few seconds before jogging back to his room.
He pushed open the door, panting, his chest heaving, sweat beading on his nose, his whole body steaming. He had expected to see Fu Jingfan, but the room was quiet, no different from when he left.
Su Huaiming paused, looking at the closed bathroom door, where the sound of water could still be heard.