Xingtie: My silly online friend is actually a raccoon!

After dinner, Lu Ze took Fu Xuan for a walk, passing through the brightly lit streets of Chang Le Tian, ​​through the quiet mahjong parlors and teahouses under the night sky, until they reached the outermost edge of Chang Le Tian.

The number of pedestrians here gradually decreased, and the streetlights also gradually thinned out, leaving only the scattered guide stone lanterns on both sides of the stone-paved road, which glowed softly in the night.

Ruomu Pavilion was a place Lu Ze had researched online a few days ago; it's said to be one of the most suitable places to confess one's feelings in Xianzhou.

This place is usually quiet and sparsely populated, making it perfect for couples to spend time alone.

The two walked along the winding path for a while, and then the view suddenly opened up before them.

Ruomu Pavilion stands quietly on the outermost edge of the flying island of Changletian. The pavilion is not large, with flying eaves at the four corners and vermilion railings, surrounded by a lotus pond in full bloom.

The pond water shimmered with moonlight in the night, and a few late-blooming lotus flowers swayed gently in the night breeze.

Further away, an endless sea of ​​clouds churned, the clouds appearing like a layer of silver silk under the moonlight.

The most spectacular sight is the Jianmu Xuangen, its thick trunk appearing and disappearing in the sea of ​​clouds, like a pillar reaching to the heavens in mythology.

A breeze blew from the sea of ​​clouds, carrying cool moisture and the faint fragrance of lotus flowers, ruffling Fu Xuan's hair and clothes.

Fu Xuan clearly already knew Lu Ze's next plan.

Her palms were sweating with nervousness, and her fingers, which he was holding, trembled slightly. She walked slowly, as if she wanted to make the journey longer.

Happy birthday, Fu Xuan.

Lu Ze spoke first, breaking the tranquility that belonged only to the two of them.

He took out a delicate little wooden box from his pocket and handed it to Fu Xuan.

The wooden box is small, polished smooth and delicate, with no decorations on the lid, only the warm, matte texture of the wood itself.

Fu Xuan took the box, his fingers trembling slightly.

She carefully lifted the lid of the box, and a purple crystal plum blossom hairpin lay quietly on the velvet lining inside.

The hairpin body is made of warm white jade, and the head is carved from a single piece of amethyst into a five-petaled plum blossom. The texture of the petals is delicate and clear, and it glows with a soft purple light under the moonlight.

Unlike her other gold hairpins, this one is more gentle and understated, as if it were tailor-made for her.

"You prepared this?" Fu Xuan's voice was filled with undisguised surprise, his gaze lingering on the hairpin.

"Yes, I've been preparing for a long time. I used my first month's salary." Lu Ze looked into her eyes, his tone serious.

"I like it very much." Fu Xuan's voice trembled slightly.

"Then I'll help you put it on."

Lu Ze walked behind Fu Xuan, carefully removed the old hairpin from her hair, and gently inserted the new hairpin into her hair bun.

Amethyst plum blossoms bloomed quietly in her pink hair, echoing the purple gradient at the ends of her hair, making her look even more gentle.

"You look so beautiful," Lu Ze said softly.

Hearing the praise from the person she liked, Fu Xuan lowered her eyes, her ear tips turning as red as if they were about to bleed, but the smile she couldn't hide at the corner of her mouth still betrayed her.

"Fu Xuan, I like you." Lu Ze took a deep breath and looked straight at her.

"Hmm..." Fu Xuan lowered his head, his voice barely a whisper, "I... know."

"So you're agreeing?" Lu Ze asked cautiously, as he had never been in a relationship and didn't really understand girls' thoughts.

"fool!"

Fu Xuan gave him a reproachful look; he was just being shy.

Lu Ze then realized what was happening and reached out to pull Fu Xuan into his arms.

Fu Xuan stiffened slightly, then buried her face in his shoulder and wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Ze gently released Fu Xuan and looked down at her. Fu Xuan looked up, her golden eyes reflecting the moonlight and him.

Lu Ze lowered his head and slowly kissed her lips. Fu Xuan was both shy and timid, so she simply closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering gently in the moonlight.

It was a very light, shallow kiss.

Fu Xuan's lips were soft, with a sweet fragrance like peach blossoms.

After the kiss, their foreheads touched, their breaths mingling.