After the breakup, I was taken in by a group of trendy young women.

Wang Xiaoying walked on the right side of the forest, her high ponytail swaying gently with her steps.

Her white quick-drying T-shirt shone brightly in the sunlight, and her dark gray yoga pants outlined the leg lines she had maintained through years of fitness training—from thighs to knees to calves to ankles, the lines were so smooth they looked as if they had been drawn in one stroke with the finest brush.

The light pink sneakers on his feet made him feel light and agile on the cement ground, as if he were a completely different person.

Her face was completely bare of makeup, and under the midday sun, her clean, unadorned face possessed an inexplicable liveliness that surpassed her usual elaborate makeup.

Lin Ye walked to her left, his dark gray T-shirt stretched taut by his shoulders, revealing a section of his sun-tanned calves beneath his khaki casual shorts, his feet shod in canvas shoes, and a cigarette dangling from his mouth.

His newly cut short hair shone brightly in the shadows of the sycamore trees, highlighting his sharply defined jawline.

This couple walked from the parking lot all the way to the amusement park entrance, attracting a 300% head-turning rate.

The man looked at Wang Xiaoying, his gaze sweeping from her face to her legs and back again, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, before his female companion grabbed his ear and pulled him back.

The woman looked at Lin Ye, her gaze sweeping from his shoulder to his jawline and then to his profile with a cigarette dangling from his lips and a slight curve at the corners of his mouth. Then she pretended to look at the sycamore trees by the roadside.

A man holding his girlfriend's hand almost bumped into a lamppost because he turned his neck at such an extreme angle.

His girlfriend tugged at him, followed his gaze to Wang Xiaoying, then glared at him fiercely and said in a low voice, "What are you looking at?"

The man quickly turned his head back, but after taking two steps, he couldn't help but glance back again—this time he glanced at Wang Xiaoying's ankles. Her light pink sneakers bounced lightly on the cement ground, and her ankle bones looked as if they had been carved with a knife.

She subconsciously took half a step closer to Lin Ye, her arm almost touching his, before quickly moving away half an inch.

"Why are you hiding?" Lin Ye said casually, a cigarette dangling from his lips, staring straight ahead.

"I didn't dodge."

Wang Xiaoying vehemently denied it, but her ears were already burning with desire.

She changed the subject, cleared her throat, and tried to make her voice sound as calm and capable as usual.

"Lin Ye, when you were yelling at me in the mall corridor yesterday, were you already thinking about all of this?"

"What things?"

"It's you—it's you who came to my house, and just now in the car—"

What do you think?

Wang Xiaoying remained silent for a long while, then squeezed out two words through gritted teeth: "Cunning."

Lin Ye chuckled, took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth, and turned to look at her.

Her steps faltered under his gaze, and the arc of her high ponytail swayed slightly.

Whether someone is cunning or not is unimportant.

He says,

"Just tell me, did you enjoy it or not?"

Wang Xiaoying's face flushed instantly, burning from her neck to her ears, and even the skin above her collarbone, half-covered by the collar of her white T-shirt, turned pink.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to salvage her dignity as a manager, but she found herself unable to refute a single word.

Because she really enjoyed it.

I felt so good that I took three cold showers last night, and I felt so good that before I got into the car today, I told myself to stay alert and not be led astray, but I still ended up being led astray.

She walked several steps with her head down before finally managing to squeeze out a very faint reply, almost drowned out by the amusement park's background music: "Awesome."

Lin Ye put the cigarette back in his mouth and didn't ask any more questions.

There was a short queue outside the haunted house.

Huang Mao was the first to see Lin Ye.

She sat by the flower bed at the entrance of the haunted house, eating a sausage dipped in ice cream. Her honey-brown twin ponytails were a little disheveled by the wind, and a small piece of chocolate sauce stained the hem of her authentic Lolita dress.

When she saw Lin Ye walking over, she almost dropped the sausage. Before she could even swallow the ice cream in her mouth, she mumbled, "Brother—over here, over here."

A man with a tattooed arm leaned against a lamppost next to a flower bed, holding a small fan and blowing it vigorously in his face.

Hua Tui sat next to her, scrolling through her phone. The side slit of her floral dress was blown up by the wind, revealing a section of her thigh with a rose tattoo on the side.

Green Hair and Pink Hair huddled together sharing a bucket of caramel popcorn, while Qi Liuhai sat on the edge of the flower bed, clutching a space capsule cat carrier, and Wangcai poked its paw out of the hemispherical window to tap the glass.

Shen Qing stood quietly beside the flower bed, holding a half-finished iced lemonade in her hand.

Shen Na stood next to her, also holding a glass in her hand. The two sisters' profiles looked as if they had been developed from the same negative in the sunlight—except that Shen Na was taller and had longer legs. She wore the new T-shirt she had bought from the mall yesterday, with the hem tucked into her jeans, making her waistline look neat and tidy.

"Brother, where did you and Manager Wang go? Why did it take you so long to change your clothes?"

Huang Mao jumped down from the flower bed and ran to Lin Ye, tilting his head to look him and Wang Xiaoying over.

Her gaze lingered on Wang Xiaoying's tracksuit for half a second, then on Wang Xiaoying's clean, bare face for another half second, before a barely perceptible hint of alertness flashed in her deep brown eyes.

"It was warm in the car, so I took a nap."

Lin Ye reached out and flicked her forehead, speaking casually.

Huang Mao covered her forehead and muttered "liar" indignantly, but her attention was quickly diverted to Wang Xiaoying's new look.

She circled Wang Xiaoying halfway around, looking from her high ponytail to her white T-shirt, from her yoga pants to her light pink sneakers, then looked up and sincerely exclaimed, "Manager Wang, you look so much better like this than before. That suit you wore before looked so damn fierce, but now—how should I put it—what was Sister Shen Qing's word for it again?"

"Approachable," Shen Qing whispered from the side, a smile playing on her lips.

"Yes, yes, very approachable!"

Wang Xiaoying stood in front of the flower bed, feeling unusually awkward as eight girls stared at her.

She reached out and tugged at the hem of her white T-shirt.

She looked down at her workout outfit—she used to only wear it to the gym, never in any public setting.

But today, wearing it, I stood in the amusement park, surrounded by eight colorful girls.

"How many rounds have you played this game?" Lin Ye asked, leaning against the flowerbed.

"Two roller coasters, one drop tower, one carousel ride—the drop tower is the most thrilling, you have to try it later, bro!"

Huang Mao picked up the sausage again, dipped it in ice cream, and ate it while talking.

Lin Ye glanced at the sign at the entrance of the haunted house that read "No entry for heart patients, pregnant women, or people with high blood pressure," then looked at the group of brightly colored girls around him. He stood up from the flower bed, brushed the dirt off his shorts, and said, "Let's go, haunted house. Who's afraid?"

The blond guy was the first to raise his hand, followed by the tattooed arm and then the tattooed leg. The green-haired and pink-haired girls hugged each other and shouted "Go!" The girl with bangs hesitated for a moment while holding Wangcai and said she would wait outside. The sisters Shen Qing and Shen Na looked at each other and took a step forward at the same time.

Wang Xiaoying didn't say anything, but she followed at the back of the group.