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When the two returned to the guesthouse, the moon was already high in the sky.

Instead of rushing back to their room, they held hands and went up to the rooftop terrace of the guesthouse.

The terrace was empty; neither Xiaotang nor Sister Zhang were there.

But the terrace has quietly changed at night—the potted plants from the daytime are still there, but the railing is wrapped with a circle of warm-toned light strips, running from one end to the other, with a bow hanging at intervals.

The hazy light swayed gently in the night breeze, and the bow swayed slightly, enveloping the entire terrace in a soft halo.

Tian Xiwei let go of her hands, put them behind her back, and skipped to the fence. She looked at the light strips and the ribbons and giggled.

"Did you ask Xiaotang to do this?" she asked.

Cheng Che nodded.

This was something he had told Xiaotang about a long time ago, and it seems she did a good job.

"It's quite romantic," Tian Xiwei commented.

"Although I don't think I have much of a romantic soul, I think we should still be a little romantic in this kind of situation," Cheng Che honestly confessed.

The night breeze from Erhai Lake blew across the water, causing the light strips to sway gently and making Tian Xiwei's floral skirt flutter slightly.

A layer of silvery moonlight covered the distant lake surface, the water undisturbed, like a piece of tin foil casually unfolded.

In the moonlight, the mountains were reduced to dark silhouettes, their ridgelines lying silently.

The surrounding guesthouses were lit up with twinkling lights, some windows were half open, and the curtains were billowing out and then sucked back in by the wind, making it look as if the houses were breathing from a distance.

There was an acoustic guitar on the sofa chair. Cheng Che went over, picked up the guitar, and sat down on the sofa chair.

Tian Xiwei smiled and sat down on the sofa chair opposite her in a very cooperative manner.

Cheng Che lowered his head and plucked the strings. The notes were all in tune, probably because Xiao Tang had carefully tuned them bit by bit with a tuner.

Xiao Tang is quite reliable, so Cheng Che decided to add back all the wages that were deducted from her salary this month.

"Come on, start your performance!" Tian Xiwei looked obedient and her eyes were full of anticipation.

Cheng Che lowered his head, his fingers plucking the strings, and a gentle prelude began, like a soft breeze in the night.

In the distance, the waves of Erhai Lake gently lapped against the shore, and the ribbons on the light strips swayed in the light and shadow. The whole world seemed to quiet down, as if to listen to the guitar speak.

Tian Xiwei rested her chin on her hands, elbows on her knees, and stared at him intently. Her long eyelashes cast small shadows in the moonlight, and the dimples at the corners of her mouth were faintly visible.

There are always some surprising encounters.

For example, when I met you.

Cheng Che's voice wasn't loud, it was a little hoarse, and there was a slight tremor.

"Your gentle and clear eyes."

"It appeared in my dream."

Cheng Che couldn't help but recall their first meeting.

When Xiao Tang woke him up, he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was a pair of bright eyes that were also filled with a little surprise.

My love is like a cloud, with nowhere to rest in your sky.

"How I long to transform into gentle rain, to nourish the land in your heart."

Tian Xiwei also recalled that when she opened the back door, she saw a boy sleeping soundly against the car window, breathing quite steadily.

Such a refreshing and unconventional act really surprised her, and perhaps from that moment on, she began to feel curious about this "ordinary person".

Cheng Che continued to pluck the strings, raised his head, and his voice gradually stopped trembling, becoming calm and gentle.

"No matter what the future holds, at least we are happy now."

"No matter how it ends, at least the person I miss is you."

Tian Xiwei gently pursed her lips, feeling her heart pounding like a drum.

Images kept flashing through her mind—from her initial curiosity to her astonishment when she heard he wanted to buy green beans.

Then came the chance encounter on the balcony at night, followed by a full day spent at Grandpa Xie's house the next day, and the amazing experience of hearing him sing for the first time.

And later, we sold figs together, strolled through the old streets, outwitted the seagulls on the beach, solved riddles in Hangzhou, and rode in awning boats...

Each and every incident, each scene, is so clear and so beautiful.

It was such a happy moment, yet a strange feeling of sadness welled up in my nose and spread to the corners of my eyes.

"I won't treat it as a game."

"Because I'm truly sincere towards you."

As the last chord was played and the last notes of the piano faded away, Cheng Che stopped what he was doing.

He took a deep breath, leaned the guitar against the armrest of the sofa chair, and stood up.

The world before Tian Xiwei's eyes had become blurred without her realizing it, and she could see a hazy outline walking in front of her.

She sniffed and wiped away her tears so that she could see the person in front of her.

Cheng Che lowered his head, gently took her clenched fist and placed it in his own palm.

"Tian Xiwei," he said.

"Mmm," Tian Xiwei replied, almost in a nasal voice.

Cheng Che looked at her, a thousand bad or not-so-bad thoughts flashing through his mind, but he ultimately rejected them all.

He chose to speak softly:

"I like you, will you be my girlfriend?"

In that instant, the world seemed to envelop them both completely, yet it also seemed to drift away from them in an instant.

Tears rolled down her cheeks like loose pearls, but it didn't stop her eyes from curving into crescents as she nodded emphatically.

"I do!"

After saying that, she used a burst of brute force to ram her head into Cheng Che's arms.

The impact caused Cheng Che to let out a muffled groan, almost spitting blood.

"You pig!" she muttered in his arms.

She now admits that Cheng Che is a pig.

Oh, but Sister Zhang can't say, only she can say it.

"I am the emperor," Cheng Che retorted.

"I am the emperor," Tian Xiwei said arrogantly. "You are at most a servant who picks up the emperor's shoes."

"Do you have many servants?" Cheng Che asked.

"...For now, it's just you." Tian Xiwei said in a muffled voice.

"And then what?"

"From now on... from now on, there will only be you."

"Then I'll reluctantly take on the role of this servant."

Cheng Che thought to himself that although he was just a servant, he was fortunate to have the prefix "unique", which was not bad.

After embracing for a long time, Tian Xiwei wriggled out of Cheng Che's arms, looked up at him, and her eyes were still a little red.

Cheng Che was also looking at her.

The next moment, Tian Xiwei suddenly stood on tiptoe and grabbed his shirt in a slightly domineering way.

Then, a faint lemon scent wafted over, and Cheng Che tasted a hint of caramel popcorn, its texture as soft as freshly baked pudding.

He reached out and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her a little closer.

The light strips swayed gently, and the ribbons bobbed in the wind.

The moonlight gently spilled down, the mountains lay quietly in the moonlight, and the lights around them flickered on and off.