Psychokinesis tugged on the Mechanical Rope, swinging it around several times like a flail before smashing Fang Ran, who was actively courting death again, into the glowing gate of spatial teleportation.
Left alone, after a few seconds,
Ling finally calmed down from her flustered anger. A faint blush still lingered on her cheeks beneath her light golden hair, refusing to fade.
But that unease from just now had indeed disappeared.
"Idiot."
Lowering her head and lightly biting her lip, the girl recalled the young man's deliberate actions just now and could only complain in an embarrassed murmur. Then her next words were a moan that slipped out, making her want to cover her face.
"I'm such an... idiot."
High above the enormous underground space, Ling's figure fell backward toward the flat surface behind her. The surface rose and folded into an enclosed space,
hiding the "buildings" of the Mechanical Micro-City below. Inside, projections recreated the scene within that carriage.
Wallpaper, electric lights, a water dispenser, and a small cabinet crammed with miscellaneous things. A blanket and phone lay scattered across the mattress, along with a tablet.
Her reluctance to wake up, her desire to continue that journey, her longing to see him, and her yearning to see him again—those conflicting emotions finally dissolved.
Today's journey through Disney continued the sunset they had seen in Verona, crossing through time.
Curled up alone in the "carriage" compartment, Ling thought of the fireworks show above the fairy-tale castle, of the answer he had given amid their brilliant bloom,
the exact same answer he had given during the Polar Night on the Arctic Ice Sea.
Her hair concealed her eyes, while the cheek pressed against the blanket grew hot.
If she had not pretended to be asleep then, she truly would not have known