They say that riding a Ferris wheel together brings happiness, especially if you kiss when it reaches the top, you can stay together for a lifetime.
Although it was just a legend, Jiang Qingchen couldn't help but want to give it a try.
Even if they weren't lovers now and couldn't kiss.
"Do you want to go on the Ferris wheel?" There was a hint of anticipation in his tone.
"The Ferris wheel?" Muxia followed his gaze.
She saw a gradient purple Ferris wheel, its lights shimmering as it turned leisurely, exuding an air of tranquil beauty.
Such a girlish Ferris wheel – of course, Muxia wouldn't miss it: "Let's go! Let's go!"
She nodded eagerly.
But in the next second, she refused: "Wait a minute."
It was unclear what the girl had seen, but her already sparkling eyes shone brighter, her rosy lips curved into a surprised smile, and her cheeks gradually flushed.
Her entire oval face was bright and tender, like a begonia flower suddenly blooming.
