On a rainy night, the school beauty knocked on my door and asked for shelter

For many of their peers, it might just be a process, a ritual to establish a relationship, something innocent and naive, with a hint of experimentation.

Looking back years later, all that may remain are vague memories and a faint smile.

But in Su Yuqing and Chen Mo's hearts, the confession they were about to make was far more meaningful than the games their peers played.

It has been given an extremely heavy weight.

They are not testing each other, nor are they seeking temporary companionship.

That feeling, which originated from innocence, matured over time, and has recently intensified rapidly, has long pointed to their deepest shared desire—to spend a long life together.

The almost bursting excitement atop the Ferris wheel, and the "evidence" captured by the camera—more powerful than a thousand words—silently prove this point.

Therefore, this confession cannot be a hasty "I like you".

It was more like a rehearsal for a marriage proposal.

It foreshadows those important promises to come.

Rehearsing saying "I do" in front of everyone.

It foreshadows the sacred moment when the fates of two people will officially intertwine.

It is not a beginning, but the first milestone that clearly and solemnly reveals to the world the trajectory they have been quietly following together.

It needs to be treated with great solemnity, with sufficient ritual and sincerity to match the weight of this profound emotion, and to live up to their hopes and expectations for "eternity".

We must not be careless, and we must not be hasty!
It requires a special and meticulous preparation, as well as an occasion that can fully express this sentiment.

And a statement that accurately expresses all their excitement, cherishment, and long-term commitment.

This will enable it to become a warm beacon in future memories.

The two seemed to have a telepathic connection. Amidst the chaotic "cheering" scene, Chen Mo quietly turned his head and his gaze precisely caught the complex light flickering in Su Yuqing's eyes.

No words were needed, not even a nod of confirmation; in that instant of eye contact, they had reached a silent consensus.

Yes.

This confession needs to be prepared carefully.

It deserves their utmost attention, careful planning, and patient waiting for the right opportunity.

It not only announces the beginning of a relationship, but also a determination—from now on, every page of my future plans will include you.

The weight of this realization weighed on my heart, yet strangely, a flower called "expectation" bloomed within it.

The blush on Su Yuqing's cheeks faded slightly, replaced by a calmer and more resolute expression.

Zhao Yueyue and Huang Mao were still winking and teasing each other on the side, but at this moment Su Yuqing felt that their voices were like a layer of warm frosted glass, blurry and distant.

Her entire world was focused on Chen Mo's hand in his pocket, and the calm yet unmistakably affectionate profile of his face.

"Let's go! Afternoon tea! Mo-ge's treating!" Zhao Yueyue's cheer brought her back to reality. She grabbed Huang Mao, who was still winking at Chen Mo, with one hand and waved the other, pointing clearly to the dessert station in the amusement park decorated like a fairytale house. "I want a super-sized strawberry sundae! Huang Mao, what do you want? Don't be shy, Mo-ge is in a good mood today, we have to take advantage of him!"

Huang Mao immediately rubbed his hands together in agreement: "Then I won't be polite! Double chocolate parfait and brownie!" Chen Mo shook his head and chuckled helplessly, looking at Su Yuqing beside him, his voice naturally carrying a gentle questioning tone: "What about you? What do you want to eat? You didn't seem to eat much of the cotton candy earlier." Su Yuqing had only tasted the cotton candy briefly before, giving most of it to Chen Mo himself.

The blush on Su Yuqing's face had not completely faded. She gently shook her head, her voice soft and sweet as she came to her senses: "I...I don't really want to eat anything cold."

"How about a soufflé? Or hot milk?" Chen Mo suggested immediately, his gaze sweeping over her face with loving concern. "After a long day of playing, something hot will make you feel better."

"What is a soufflé?" Su Yuqing asked Chen Mo curiously.

"It's a really delicious dessert. You should try it; it'll definitely lift your spirits," Chen Mo said with a smile.

"Hmm... then a soufflé." Su Yuqing nodded, feeling a warm glow in her heart from the meticulous care she received.

The four walked toward the dessert station, as the sun gradually slanted westward, casting long shadows.

Zhao Yueyue and Huang Mao walked ahead, still enthusiastically discussing the haunted house and roller coaster, their voices loud and full of youthful energy.

Chen Mo and Su Yuqing walked side by side behind, their pace unconsciously slowing down.

The noise seemed to automatically create a small, quiet vacuum around them.

The excitement they felt on the Ferris wheel, the embarrassment of being secretly photographed, and the unspoken consensus about a "solemn confession" gently enveloped them like an invisible, sweet yet slightly tense veil.

Chen Mo pulled his hand out of his pocket and turned to look at Su Yuqing, who was also looking up at him slightly.

Their eyes met in the soft light, without flinching, only a tacit, slightly shy smile flowing between them.

Su Yuqing's fingers unconsciously twisted the ribbons of her dress. Her heart was still beating a little fast, but it was no longer panicked; instead, it was filled with a sense of peace and anticipation.

She could clearly feel that his presence, quietly walking beside her, carried more weight than any sweet words.

That heavy, future-oriented feeling made her feel incredibly at ease and full of anticipation.

"Um..." Chen Mo cleared his throat, his voice low, just loud enough for the two of them to hear, "Should I send you a photo?"

Two small blushes rose on Su Yuqing's cheeks again. She lowered her eyelashes, looked at her toes moving side by side, and softly hummed "Mmm," as faint as a mosquito's buzz, yet with a clear sweetness.

She didn't say "delete" or "hate," but her soft "hmm" was the best answer.

Chen Mo's lips curled up uncontrollably. He quietly moved his hand closer to Su Yuqing's hand, which was hanging by her side. Their little fingers touched briefly and unintentionally as they walked.

Like a dragonfly skimming the water, barely perceptible.

But that fleeting, subtle electric sensation made them both tremble slightly, before they pretended nothing was wrong and continued walking forward.

That unspoken understanding and secret fluttering of the heart silently permeated the afternoon breeze.

We soon arrived at the dessert station.

As expected, Zhao Yueyue ordered the largest strawberry sundae without hesitation, and Huang Mao also piled up a high double-scoop parfait.

Chen Mo ordered a fluffy and soft soufflé for Su Yuqing, which exuded an enticing aroma of eggs and milk. Ignoring Zhao Yueyue's gossipy smile, he looked at Su Yuqing with longing eyes, eagerly awaiting her evaluation after tasting it.

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