"See, why did I bring up these old stories? You might misunderstand and think I still have feelings for you. Don't worry, I am self-aware enough to know that I won't be as foolish as before, trying to warm up a stone. A stone can't be warmed up." Lin Yixun smiled self-deprecatingly, noticing they had already passed the highest point of the Ferris Wheel and were now descending bit by bit.
Lin Yixun felt relieved, but Leng Yixiu began to feel troubled. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found himself at a loss for words.
The man lowered his arm, turning his gaze to the horizon. The red sun had completely set, leaving only a trace of afterglow. The sky grew darker bit by bit, much like his current mood.
That night, the man still held Lin Yixun in his arms, doing nothing. In the darkness, neither of them slept; Lin Yixun because she couldn't get used to such intimate cuddling, and Leng Yixiu because of the words Lin Yixun had said to him on the Ferris Wheel.
