The Cinnabar Mole of a Beijing Circle Tycoon

As the sun gradually set, it dyed the sea a golden-red hue.

The four sat side by side on the beach, watching the fishing boats slowly return to port in the distance. The afterglow shone on them, casting a warm glow.

"Time flies," Xiang Yu remarked. "It's gone in the blink of an eye."

"Yes," Lu Ying nodded, "I really hate to leave."

Xu Huihui patted them on the shoulder and said with a smile, "I'll miss you all too!"

Looking at her three friends beside her and then at the distant sea, Shen Qingyao felt a surge of happiness.

She took out her phone and sent Meng Jiangyu a photo of herself taken at the Coconut Dream Corridor. In the photo, she had a bright smile.

A moment later, the phone vibrated; it was Meng Jiangyu's reply.

"It's so beautiful." Meng Jiangyu immediately set the photo as his screensaver.

"Ah Yu, I don't want to leave. I love the blue sky and white clouds the most."

"Then don't worry about it, just play for a few more days."

Shen Qingyao looked at the words on the screen, a gentle smile curving her lips.

"Since we can't bear to leave, let's stay a few more days." Shen Qingyao picked up her phone to rebook the hotel.

"That's exactly what I was thinking." Lu Ying picked up her phone and reported to Gu Xizhou.

"Great!" Hsu Hui-hui couldn't wait for them to stay and play for a few more days.

"Okay, okay!" Xiang Yu also picked up her phone to report to Jiang Chen.

The sun in Sanya remained warm and lazy, and the four of them relaxed even more.

Don't be fixated on visiting tourist attractions; just go with the flow. Nestled on the hotel's seaside terrace, holding an ice-cold coconut, watching seabirds skim across the water and listening to the waves lapping against the beach.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, Shen Qingyao sat in a rattan chair, flipping through a book. Occasionally, she would glance up and see Lu Ying and Xiang Yu chatting idly on a recliner not far away.

In the following days, they went to the seafood stalls hidden in the fishing village. Xu Huihui led them, riding electric scooters through the streets and alleys, and they lived the life of the locals.

Shen Qingyao watched an idol drama called "Love Wakes Up" when she was a child, and every day in Sanya she was making up for her childhood dream.

The hotel room has its own private beach with stunning scenery, and several girls liked to lie on sun loungers and chat.

When the conversation got lively, they simply took off their flip-flops and stepped onto the beach, letting the sea wash over their feet, their laughter carried far by the wind.

They went to a nearby orchard and picked mangoes, jackfruits, and wax apples by hand.

In the afternoon, the four of them huddled in the room watching an old movie. Outside the window was a clear blue sea and sky, while inside were snacks and soft drinks.

In the evening, they love to take a walk on the beach. The setting sun dyes the sea a honey color, and the shadows of the coconut trees are stretched long.

Shen Qingyao walked at the back, watching the backs of the three girls in front of her holding hands and playing around.

Shen Qingyao turned around and said, "Sisters, turn around." She took a group photo of the four of them.

The sun was setting, the sea breeze was blowing, and the girls were in the prime of their youth.

The wind in Sanya carried a salty, warm breeze, swirling with delicate phoenix flower petals that clung to Shen Qingyao's hair.

They walked on the soft sand of Yalong Bay, watching the waves wash over their ankles again and again.

Drink chilled coconut water in the coconut grove and listen to the rustling of the wind through the leaves.

Bathed in the lights of the night market, holding grilled oysters and refreshing dessert, I smiled with my eyes crinkling.

Those days, soaked by the sea breeze, were free of any worries.

Before we knew it, it was time to return to Beijing. Xu Huihui saw everyone off at the airport.

In the airport VIP lounge, Xu Huihui said reluctantly, "I must come again next time."

Lu Ying smiled and ruffled her hair, her tone light and cheerful: "Don't worry, Sanya is so much fun, we'll definitely come."

Xiang Yu nodded in agreement, holding a large bag of mangoes that Xu Huihui had given her; the mangoes smelled sweet and refreshing.

Shen Qingyao felt a surge of tenderness as she looked at the reluctance in Xu Huihui's eyes.

She reached out and hugged her, her voice gentle: "Yes, see you after the New Year."

The airport's announcements rang out in the distance, carrying a hint of urgency, as flight attendants came to see the group off to board.

"We're leaving. Be careful on your way home and text us when you get home." Shen Qingyao stood up.

"it is good."

The flight attendant led the group onto the plane. The wind blew in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the terminal, brushing against their cheeks, carrying the unique gentleness of Sanya.

She smiled slightly, the warmth of this journey likely lingering for a very long time.

Outside the cabin window, the azure sea and sky of Sanya were gradually shrinking into a narrow strip of color as the wings swept past the clouds.

"It's time to go back." Shen Qingyao looked out the window.

"I'm so reluctant to leave. These past few days have been so much fun and so comfortable," Xiang Yu said.

Lu Ying flipped through a fashion magazine. "These past few days have felt like a beautiful dream, but now I've woken up."

"I'm a little disappointed," Shen Qingyao replied.

"Of course." The sunlight outside was a bit too bright, so Lu Ying put on sunglasses.

The cabin gradually quieted down, and the roar of the engines became a low background noise.

The three of them remained silent, only the gentle, warm breeze from the air conditioner vents wafting through the air.

It was a bit chilly, so Shen Qingyao pulled the blanket around her neck closer and turned her head to look out the porthole. The clouds were tinged with pale gold by the sun, as dense as crumpled cotton.

Lu Ying leaned back in her chair, soothing music playing in her headphones. Her fingertips unconsciously traced names on her phone screen, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if she were thinking about something.

Xiang Yu was already fast asleep with her head tilted to the side, breathing lightly, her cheek rubbing against the soft pillow, her long hair falling down, covering half of her face, and occasionally she would smack her lips gently, as if dreaming of delicious food.

The aircraft's landing gear touched the ground steadily, the fuselage trembled slightly a few times, and then it slid into its parking position.

As the cabin door opened, the flight attendant gently guided the first-class passengers to disembark first.

Shen Qingyao, Lu Ying, and Xiang Yu, carrying their bags, slowly descended the gangway.

The metal handrail was cool, and Shen Qingyao had only walked halfway when a slight coolness suddenly landed on her cheek.

She paused slightly, looked up, and saw snowflakes falling silently under the leaden sky, drifting lightly onto her hair and shoulders.

Lu Ying raised her hand and caught a piece. The coldness on her fingertips made her gasp softly, and her eyes lit up instantly.

Xiang Yu reached out to catch the swirling snowflakes. "This is the first snow of the year."

Several people sat on the shuttle bus, watching the snowflakes dancing in the sky.

As the snow fell heavier, the distant helipad was shrouded in a hazy white veil, softening even the outline of the jet bridge.

The world was quiet except for the soft rustling of falling snow, as gentle as an unexpected dream.

The three arrived at the airport entrance, stood under the eaves, and kept taking pictures of the swirling snow with their phones.

Shen Qingyao sat on her suitcase, with snow falling heavily in the frame.

Suddenly, a familiar figure entered Shen Qingyao's shot.

Meng Jiangyu, holding a black umbrella and wearing a black cashmere coat, walked resolutely toward Shen Qingyao.

A thin layer of white had fallen from the shoulder seams of his black coat. He gazed at her quietly, his eyes filled with a light gentler than the snow.

On the other side, the moment Lu Ying turned around, she met Gu Xizhou's smiling eyes.

He had been there for an unknown amount of time, still clutching an unopened black umbrella in his hand. Snowflakes fell on his hair, like tiny diamonds.

Xiang Yu was giving a peace sign to the camera when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around and saw Jiang Chen walking towards her. Snowflakes clung to his eyelashes, sparkling.

Six people, three pairs of figures, against the backdrop of the first snow in Beijing, formed a perfectly natural picture.

Snowflakes landed on my shoulders and hair, in the halo of the lens, and the air was filled with delighted smiles, mingling with the soft rustling of the falling snow, so gentle it was almost unbelievable.