The Wind Was Strong, Yet It Could Not Conceal Their Burning Love

"So this is what the view from the top of the Tokyo Skytree looks like..."

Hua Xin's eyes flickered slightly as she looked at the dazzling lights below, speechless and unwilling to say anything.

Perhaps it's because she has mostly watched Japanese anime and manga, and in the past, when watching various anime and reading novels, she naturally viewed this place, which carries many plots and produces all sorts of wonderful works, with a filter.

But after arriving at this place, she realized that it might not be much different from Shanghai.

After all, these are international metropolises, so the landmarks built there are naturally what everyone is looking for: "The more unique the better," "the higher the better," and "the stronger the light pollution the better."

Perhaps the only difference here is the architectural style of the houses and the shopping streets, but the people rushing back and forth are just as tired and hardworking.

At this moment, the view is even wider than from the school rooftop, even more awe-inspiring than when a plane is about to land, and the scenery is even more beautiful.

Compared to Hua Xin's expectations, she didn't actually feel that much shock or joy.

Because whenever I'm with Xia Yan, I always feel this happy and blissful, no matter when.

"Yeah, it feels like I'm the male protagonist of an anime. I'm the real king!" Xia Yan's narcissistic and childish exclamation came from beside him, causing Hua Xin, who was in the middle of self-consolation, to suddenly twitch her lips. It was as if everyone was marveling at how beautiful the landscape was, how magnificent nature was, and how grand and advanced human technology and architecture were.

At that moment, someone suddenly said something nonsensical, "Go home and teach Hachimi how to breathe when you get home tonight."

Not only did it completely ruin the atmosphere, but it was also an unusually large shrimp head.

"What male lead? I feel like he's just a Colossal Titan at best." Hua Xin brushed the strands of hair that had been blown to her temples behind her ear and coldly complained to Xia Yan.

My unzipped jacket fluttered back and forth, and the evening breeze at the top of the tower was unusually strong without the obstruction of glass windows, but it was also a very unique feeling.

She has loved the feeling of breathing in the wind since she was a child.

After being blocked by the wind, I had to continue walking against it despite the difficulty in breathing. When I closed my eyes, I felt as if my body had been blown to some unknown place, perhaps a high mountain, a canyon, or a grassland.

Only in this moment could she forget all her misfortunes and experience this fleeting, fantastical "freedom."

"The Colossal Titan are too aggressive. Could I become the strongest sorcerer?"

"Just say you're Kami, you shrimp-headed god!"

"If I were Kami..."

"That must be a god named He Hua Xin."

Xia Yan smiled slightly, reached out and gently put his arm around the girl's waist, his eyes also looking at the scenery in front of him with a touch of melancholy.

Once Upon a time.

He was just a tiny person, like a mayfly in the present view, wandering in his own world. There was no distinction between protagonist and supporting role, no dreams or freedom to speak of. He was like a walking corpse, a puppet.

Dreams? Actually, if you think about it carefully, he didn't have any dreams before, nor any particular place he wanted to go, and he didn't even have any friends or partners to confide in.

The Xia Yan that others see and the real Xia Yan are actually two completely different people.

Before Hua Xin pointed out this truth, he had been willingly working hard for something meaningless, playing a role that he himself didn't even know he was playing.

The strongest shackles in the world are actually the shackles we put on ourselves.

Others can't figure it out, and I'm willing to give up trying.

Then it gets caught in a strange cycle.

"You're such a cheesy pick-up line, that's too abrupt. Say it again."

Hua Xin's gaze never left the shrunken city in reality, and her soft voice seemed to disappear into the wind.

But Xia Yan didn't miss a single word she said. After a brief moment of thought, he slowly said:

"Um..."

"Honey, do you know what my favorite wine is?"

"Forever and ever, that's too old-fashioned, rejected." The well-traveled and worldly-wise Hua Xin had naturally seen these cheesy pickup lines before. Actually, most of them were due to Xia Yan's occasional bouts of sudden madness, leading to a lack of immunity.

"... I have something even more powerful."

Xia Yan changed the subject, clearly showing he had ample reserves and was not willing to admit defeat.

"Tell me your story, and I'll reward you if I'm happy."

"I like you."

"..."

A smile flashed in Hua Xin's eyes after hearing this, but she didn't say anything more to Xia Yan.

What the heck...

I've said these words so many times, but it still feels like I can never say them enough. No matter how many times I say them, these four simple words still contain the same excitement I felt when I first said them.

"That's a foul."

She said softly.

"Then please, Miss Hua Xin, issue the punishment?" Xia Yan's lips slowly curled up, but he spoke in a deliberately low voice.

"I'll punish you..."

"You'll stay by my side for the rest of your life, and I'll punish you as I please."

Hua Xin turned her head and spoke softly to Xia Yan with a very serious expression.

She used to often wonder what happiness really was.

Family reconciliation, a bigger house, better food, and a more affluent life?

Actually, if you imagine it, it doesn't seem that happy. It's not even as enjoyable as watching anime and having a delicious late-night snack in Little Black.

"Such a perfect punishment..."

"It feels more like a reward."

Xia Yan made a cheeky remark, then took Hua Xin's hand and squinted his eyes slightly to block the sudden evening breeze.

That shackle will never come back.

He no longer needed to play the role of "Xia Yan" in other people's eyes, nor did he fly around aimlessly in that narrow world like a headless fly, feeling no pain even when he was bleeding from his head.

So, will you accept it or not?

Hua Xin reached out and poked Xia Yan's chest. The thin short-sleeved shirt clung to Xia Yan's body in the wind, highlighting his obvious abdominal muscles.

"I need to make a condition before I can accept it."

"You're still making demands? You'll be sleeping on the floor tonight!"

"Honey, don't rush me, this is also part of sweet talk."

"I don't want to listen anymore!"

"Could we extend our love to be husband and wife in the next life, and form a band for two lifetimes?"

"I agree from my heart, but I refuse because of my desire to complain."

"I'll pay for the convenience store meal later."

"Come back to bed, honey...?"

The two slowly left the tower via elevator.

The gentle breeze was loud, but it couldn't mask the burning love between the two.