Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.
Ariana ran wildly forward, unable to recall the last time she felt this happy, this blissful.
Singing. Performing. Meeting with fans. Attending Hollywood celebrity parties. Shopping. Traveling. Vacationing.
It was all the same, as if she were trapped in an unremarkable bottleneck, endlessly struggling and wandering in futility and chaos.
Slowly but surely, happiness began to feel out of reach.
But tonight—more accurately, at this very moment, everything became simple again. It was just running, and yet it cleared away all the cluttered thoughts in her mind, making her feel as though she had returned to childhood, finding joy in trivial things.
Laughter pulsed through her chest.
Yet, Ariana was no professional athlete—especially considering the person running beside her was none other than Li Wei.
