They remained silent the entire way, Hermione burying her face in his neck like an ostrich until they returned to their private presidential suite.
Draco closed the door with his foot, but instead of immediately putting Hermione down, he carried her to the center of the living room before looking down at her with a teasing smile, " Miss Granger, how long do you intend to stay on me? Do you find my embrace particularly comfortable and don't want to get down?"
Hermione snapped out of her daze, realizing she was still being held by him. A wave of shame washed over her again, and she struggled frantically, crying, "Who... who's clinging to you! Put me down!"
Draco gently placed her on the soft carpet.
Hermione immediately took two steps back to create some distance between them as soon as her feet touched the ground, but the blush on her face hadn't faded and her heart was still beating very fast.
Taking a deep breath, her gaze fell on the decorative vintage piano model in the living room.
Then, recalling the breathtaking singing from earlier, Hermione looked up at Draco and asked softly with curiosity:
"What's the name of that song?"
Draco walked to the bar, poured two glasses of water, handed one to her, took a sip himself, and then looked at her tenderly.
" Legend." He pronounced the two Chinese syllables clearly, then explained in English, "Legend."
"Just like... the two of us. It might seem unbelievable to others, but for us, from the moment we met, it was destined to be... Legend."
" Legend..." Hermione first repeated the name softly in English, then tried to imitate Draco's pronunciation, saying it in broken Chinese: "Legend...?"
Her pronunciation wasn't quite accurate, but her eyes grew brighter and brighter.
The name, coupled with the deeply moving melody and singing, stirred a sense of destiny within her.
Yes, their story, from misunderstanding to deep love, is truly incredible. If it were written into a book, it might really be a Legend.
Hermione loves this name. She loves it very much.
Where are the lyrics?
Hermione pressed for details, eager to know the meaning behind the lyrics that had resonated so deeply with her.
Draco put down his water glass, leaned against the bar, and gazed out at the boundless, dark sea, as if lost in thought.
He then translated " Legend " into English for Hermione in a way that was as close to the original meaning as possible.
Hermione was extremely focused; she didn't want to miss a single word.
When she heard the first line of the lyrics, which corresponded to their fateful first encounter, her heart was touched once again.
"The translation... is already beautiful," Hermione said sincerely after listening, "But I don't know why, I always feel... something's missing. It's like when it's said in English, it doesn't have that... soul-stirring feeling like when you sang it in Chinese just now. Is it because the magic of language itself is different?"
"There's no way around it; the nuances of language and culture always lose some of their essence when translated," Draco explained.
I've tried my best to translate it with some artistic conception, which is why I'm singing it for you in Chinese.
Hermione nodded in understanding.
Then, she raised her head and asked again:
"Then... how come you speak Chinese? And you speak it... and sing it so well? I've never heard you say that before."
"Because... I'm a genius." Draco wore a smug look that said, "Geniuses learn everything quickly."
"Stop being so vain!" Hermione laughed and rolled her eyes at him. She thought for a moment, then said firmly, "I want to learn too!"
I want to know the exact meaning of every lyric in that song. I want to understand all the songs you sing to me next time.
"Alright, I'll teach you." Draco's eyes softened with a gentle smile. "Starting tomorrow, I'll teach you a little bit every day."
"But before that..." He changed the subject, turning to walk towards the glass sliding doors leading to the private terrace.
"Hmm?" Hermione asked, looking at his retreating figure with a puzzled expression.
Where to?
Draco didn't answer, he simply opened the door.
The moment Hermione pushed open the terrace door, the entire sunset burst into her view, leaving her completely stunned.
Sunset at sea
It is the gentlest and most magnificent kind in the world.
Unlike a sunset hidden among towering mountains, it is not like a sunset in the city, which is cut off by buildings.
Here, there is only an endless, smooth, mirror-like deep blue sea, and an equally vast sky.
The sea and sky merged into one, unobstructed, as the crimson-gold sun, which had burned all day, sank towards the horizon.
The sky at this moment is an intensely fiery golden-red.
The light did not shine down from above, but rather spread outwards in all directions from the center of the setting sun.
Golden light permeated the flowing clouds and dyed the entire sky red.
Even the dark blue seawater beneath their feet was captivated by the light, transforming into a molten golden sea that shimmered with shattered gold. With each gentle ripple, the waves seemed to be edged with gold.
A warm breeze gently caressed my cheeks, and the waves rhythmically lapped against the hull, making a hypnotic lapping sound.
Faced with this breathtaking scenery, time seemed to flow exceptionally slowly. In this world, only the boundless glow of the sunset and the two tiny yet fortunate onlookers remained.
Standing on the deck, one feels small.
Yet, my heart is embraced by this vastness, and all the restlessness within is gently soothed by this sunset.
The most amazing thing is that it connects the sky and the sea, so beautiful that you don't want to blink, and you can't help but want to stay up all night with the person next to you.
The warm golden sunlight gently fell on Hermione's face, making her eyes and brows appear gentle, and her hair even seemed to shimmer with a soft glow.
Draco, who was originally leaning against the railing, inadvertently glanced at Hermione's profile.
The afterglow of the setting sun outlined her soft features, a few strands of hair were gently lifted by the sea breeze, and her focused and enraptured expression moved him more than the sunset over the sea.
Then Draco quietly took a half step back, picked up his camera, adjusted the angle, and aimed the lens at Hermione, who was engrossed in the moment, naturally capturing her most touching instant.
The soft clicking sound was swallowed by the sea breeze.
He took a few pictures, but felt something was missing.
So I quickly set the camera's timer function and placed the camera on a fixed low table next to it.
Then, Draco, keeping the countdown in motion, walked back to Hermione's side in a few steps. In the instant Hermione turned her head to look at him in a daze, he lowered his head without hesitation and kissed her lips.
"Huh?!" Hermione was caught off guard and stunned by his sudden sneak attack, her eyes widening slightly.
The very instant Draco kissed her, a crisp click of a camera shutter sounded behind him, freezing the moment in time.
Draco released her and ran off triumphantly to get his camera.
Hermione's cheeks flushed slightly, and she turned back to glare at him reproachfully, "What are you doing, Draco?!"