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—[Chapter 5]—

The sky is seamless and blue, as if it has been washed clean, with a few wisps of cloud fluff floating by. Tender shoots of green grass brush the back of my neck and the rims of my ears, bringing a warm, ticklish sensation.

Sunlight spills down, blooming into a rainbow halo in my vision; I can't help but lazily lift a hand to shade my eyes.

Lucien and I lie head-to-head on the grass, the earth beneath us sending up faint tremors, as if enfolding us within the world's breathing.

Following my example, Lucien also stretches out his arm. His fingertips gently hook mine, and his low voice tickles in close, spilling out a trace of amusement.

Lucien: Is this now the second step of our kite-flying lesson?

MC: ...This student, please refrain from questioning your teacher.

MC: Proper rest and adjustment are indeed an essential step in the learning process!

Lucien: Hm, Teacher is right.

MC: [the way his expression suddenly turns cunning as she cluelessly says this LOL🤣] But why is it the second step?

Before the words have even left my lips, the man beside me rises and leans in, those long, narrow eyes glinting with triumph.

The next moment, a warmth wrapped in the scent of fresh grass falls upon my lips.

His loosened bangs brush against my eyelids, lightly tickling, yet I can't bear to close them.

After pulling back slightly, I mutter with feigned sternness.

MC: Student, you're sneakily switching concepts!

Lucien: Is that so? I thought it was called 'applying what I learned to master it'.

MC: Your eagerness to learn is really strong right now, isn't it.

Lucien: After all, you've already taught me so much in this course. It's only right that I work harder.

He speaks frankly, and there's indeed an air of humble eagerness to learn in his demeanor.

I roll onto my side to face him, resting my head on my arm as I gaze at him earnestly.

Sunshine falls behind him, framing the kite he still cradles in his hands in a soft halo of light.

It clearly hasn't moved, but it seems as if it has already taken flight.

I have imagined this very scene so many times and daydreamed about the us of now. It feels different, yet somehow not so different.

I can't help reaching out to lay my hand over his chest, as if this simple act alone could touch that heart laid open to me.

MC: Do you know what we’re learning right now?

Lucien shakes his head.

MC: We're learning to get accustomed and to wait.

He doesn't say a word, only looks at me deeply.

MC: When it started raining early this morning... I did feel a little disheartened. But strangely enough, I wasn't really surprised.

MC: Perhaps it's because when it comes to flying a kite, all kinds of unexpected things always come with it, like a test left to us by fate.

MC: Or perhaps it's that we both hope the day this promise is fulfilled will be special enough, so we never bring it up lightly.

MC: I wonder if we have bestowed far too much upon it, so much so that it grows heavier and heavier.

MC: As time passes, I seem to have grown accustomed to its 'postponement', yet remain utterly certain it will arrive in the end, and so waiting has become second nature.

His gaze on me wavers ever so slightly, and I vaguely sense the pulsation beneath my fingertips unintentionally quicken.

Lucien: Why didn't you bring this up before?

His voice is soft, yet it makes me fall briefly silent.

Yeah. Why didn't I take the initiative to bring this up before?

It was clearly a promise belonging to both of us. Clearly, either of us could have taken the first step.

Maybe it is because it's too special.

In that stretch of bittersweet memory, I don't know whether I should solemnly take it up or naturally hold it tight just then.

Should my tone be calm and even, or should I reveal an expression of wholehearted joy?

So whenever I think of this matter, I always feel a bit hesitant. It's because it is too deeply treasured that it's approached so cautiously.

And so, just like that, year after year, it follows us forward, watching us change and grow.

Like a shadow that accompanies us, it becomes part of us.

Even now, I find no fitting reason to explain it.

Lucien: Because I used to be afraid.³⁰

Lucien suddenly speaks, answering the very question he asked me.

He lifts his hand and catches my fingertips, gently tightening his hold.

Lucien: When I'm far away from you, the deeper my love for you grows. The closer I am to you, the more I feel I'm still not enough.³¹

Lucien: Not honest enough, not courageous enough…

Lucien: Not real enough.³⁰

He says while raising that kite.

The snow-white paper surface is now stained with a slight muddiness; the pink ribbons bound to it flutter as if whispering something.

When I saw it placed with care in the entryway before we left, I knew then that this was not a hastily prepared kite.

Yet I had absolutely no idea when it had already been in our home.

As if he has seen through my heart, Lucien's gaze also falls toward the kite.

Lucien: I probably prepared it a long time ago and recorded many moments.

Lucien: Every time I felt I was one step closer to completing this, I would tie a knot on this kite.³²

As he speaks, the ribbons happen to flutter up, their refracted colors streaming into my eyes, making them grow slightly warm.

Lucien: They are both my honesty and courage, and also my hesitation and wavering.

Lucien: It's like an unsolved equation. Before a new answer emerges, it reappears time and again, compelling me to explore it over and over.

Lucien: It makes me confront it all the time and reflect on it again and again.

Lucien: But MC, I've never forgotten this promise.

His eyes unhurriedly settle back on me.

Lucien: In fact, there were many moments in the past when I would often think of it.

Lucien: And whenever I think of it, I distinctly feel a kind of change.

Lucien: One that feels like roots taking hold and buds sprouting.

Lucien: It spreads bit by bit, until it fills my entire heart, until it bursts forth in vigorous growth.³³

My fingertips, guided by him, wander across his chest, as if sketching the scene he described.

Scorching pulses pass through his skin into mine, and my heart resonates in response.

For the moment, I don’t know what to say; I can only try hard to slow my breathing, afraid that the scene before my eyes will become blurry in the blink of an eye.

Lucien: This feeling makes me happy and satisfied, yet I greedily want to keep it all to myself.

Lucien: So it turns out I'm this much of a cowardly and selfish person.

The world becomes a hazy wash of brilliant colors. I lean in, eyes shut, and press a kiss against his eyes.

MC: Fool.

MC: You've already come to be completely certain that, no matter how cruelly you dissect yourself, I can accept all of it.³⁴

MC: How can you still call yourself cowardly when you're so certain and confident?

MC: Obviously it's me who doesn't know what to do with you.

Lucien: Then just always worry about me.³⁵

Lucien: Before you teach me more, I hope I can become the subject you will forever study and explore.

The soft pads of his fingers brush affectionately past the corner of my eye, then cradle my face with utmost care.

At this very moment, my heart and eyes are wholly filled with him. In his gaze, I can distinctly see my complete self, the vast sky, and the swaying flowers, grasses, and trees.

I suddenly realize something and immediately pull Lucien to a sitting position.

MC: Lucien—

Lucien: The wind is rising.³⁶

We run on the grass like two children, holding onto the string, tugging and pulling it together—

The kite finally soars into the sky.

It rides the wind, passing through my countless imaginings and anticipations, glides past light and shadow, and comes to rest in the azure sky.

Its edges are both vague and clear. It appears so simple, yet also seems so surreal.

I feel as if I’m also being gently lifted, like that tiny kite, but I can only see with blurry vision.

When the kite flies up into the sky, Lucien feels that he has seen such a scene before.

Through the long years after the promise was sealed with a pinky swear, he has seen it in his dreams.

But the teardrop that slips unbidden from the corner of the girl's eye, rolling onto his fingertips as she smiles, is something he has never seen in those dreams.

Scalding and profoundly heavy, it seeps its way into his heart, filling him with a sense of fulfilled wholeness and making him feel at peace.

Lucien: ...Don't cry.

His warm fingertip brushes over my eyes, letting them trace his outline again and again.

Lucien: MC, the weather is very good today— even if it isn't spring, it's still very good.

Lucien: And I... have walked step by step until I arrived before you.

Lucien: Our kite has flown up.

It is as if he, too, is now struggling for words, no longer able to find any phrasing that can fully articulate or thoroughly explain this distant and drawn-out road.

So he can only tighten his arms. His kiss replaces his fingertips, replaces words, replaces everything.

This kiss is far too tender and reverent. I close my eyes, yet it’s as if I see his countless countenances.

Gentle, indifferent, sad, aggrieved, smiling… until at last, they all merge into the face of the person before me.

Just like his kiss, obviously so endearingly moving, yet in the moment of my instinctual retreat, it assertively pulls me back to his side.³⁷

I’m deeply entangled in him—no longer able to escape, unable to leave.

I open my eyes and fall into those serene, profound pupils, seeing all the solemn sincerity and love within them.

MC: I…..

Lucien: I love you, MC.

Lucien: I love you.

He draws closer to me; there is no longer any hesitation or doubt in him.

Lucien: [kisses] Even if I still haven't understood the full meaning of love, even if I am such a slow student of yours.

Lucien: But in this moment, I know… I love you.

He repeats tirelessly, yet each utterance is so different.

Love is such a simple and yet complex feeling. At this moment, I realize it cannot be assisted or replaced by any words.

Whenever it is mentioned, I can see Lucien and myself on this long, long road.

MC: Then do you know my answer?

Lucien: I know.

Lucien: Because... I've felt love.

He gently lifts the corners of his mouth and simply gazes at me quietly, as if gazing upward in reverence.

I cup his face in my hands, trying to see him more clearly.

MC: Lucien, I love you.

We don't let such beautiful and gentle weather go to waste.

————FIN———–

—📝[Translation Notes and Insights]

It’s just perfect how the kite string loops around the ring finger of his left hand once their promise is finally fulfilled... because that's exactly where a wedding ring is traditionally worn by the groom;-; Coincidental, as if the world itself is acknowledging his commitment; with MC is the one holding the string, the one tethering him, grounding him, but also letting him fly—she becomes both his restraint and his freedom.

³⁰: Remember what I said in the date guide about the 7th anniversary being full of Chekhov's guns? Here's another one firing! In the 7th anniversary story, Lucien teasingly asks the MC if she wants to hear him say "I'm afraid" (害怕 / hàipà), and she shoots back, asking if there was anything else he didn't dare do. Now he finally says it in earnest: "因为我曾经害怕" (Yīnwèi wǒ céngjīng hàipà / "Because I used to be afraid"). And some of those fears, the things he never dared to do before… this whole story becomes his answer ;-;

7th Anniversary - Day 2

³¹: When he's far from you, the deeper his love for you grows; yet when he draws close, he's afraid he's not enough to show just how deeply he loves you. It’s not that his love is not enough or falls short, but that he doubts his own ability to love and even himself. Afraid that he's not honest enough, not brave enough, not… real enough. That last line with its use of 真实 (zhēn shí, genuine, not fake (authentic), and also factually consistent with reality (real/existing)) is striking because on one level it’s a callback to the 7th anniversary when he confessed that she’s what makes him real and be his authentic self, allowing him to continue 'existing'. But it can also be read as him breaking the fourth wall, feeling afraid that he's not real enough for us.

7th Anniversary - Day 4 and Final Day

³²: This is our eighth year together, and if you see the full art of the pre-evolve CG, there are exactly eight ribbons tied to the kite in the CG… Has it really been here all this time, ever since he made that promise? Even after everything that happened at the end of Chapter 13, did he still choose to immediately buy it, holding on to the hope that they’ll really fly one someday? I can’t help but wonder, when Lucien bought the new kite again in Season 2, did he quietly add the ribbons from his Season 1 memories after getting his memories back? Turns out this kite has been silently accompanying them through all the years, bearing witness as their love quietly grew for eight long years….

Perhaps buying a kite is easy; what's difficult is finding the courage to fulfill that promise, the courage to choose to love someone even when you know it won't be perfect or 'fitting', when love is complicated and can be nearly impossible to express in its entirety. Maybe that’s why the old kite itself is so precious. Each ribbon marks a step in his long, hesitant journey toward being ready and certain to love; it records and treasures the messy process, showing that it’s precisely this imperfect, human becoming that makes love real.

³³: Lucien and MC's narrative progression with the plant-growth metaphor is honestly a stroke of genius🥹—what begins as a seed (the heart-throbbing/infatuation, bringing instinctive joy and happiness, fulfill their desires) gradually grows and bears flowers (love itself, something more profound and more enduring than fleeting happiness or a fluttering heart, where the beloved’s happiness becomes more important than satisfying one's own desires), and from there, love also gives rise to other human emotions intertwined with it (pain, fear, greed, hesitation, but also satisfaction, courage, persistence and tenderness) ultimately taking root and sprouting buds (signifying both vitality and anchoring, something that continually renews itself and turn their bond to be a lifelong one). So love for them isn't just something fleeting, but about love evolving through stages, becoming more complex, fertile, and enduring over time.

From The Heart/Heartfelt Love Date

Devotion/Deepening Love Date

Also! The recurring theme of words is inadequate when it comes to expressing the depths of love. Instead, feelings are conveyed through the body, through touch, through heartbeat. For someone who usually relies on intellect and speech, Lucien's choice to abandon words and let his heart speak reveals both vulnerability, growth, and the rawness of his emotions. It shows his recognition that the heart can express truth more honestly than any rhetoric ever could.

On Fire/Wild Fire UR MQ + 7th Anniversary

³⁴: 你已经完全确认,无论你对自己进行多么残忍的剖析,我都能接受了 (You’ve already come to be completely certain/fully confirmed that, no matter how cruelly you dissect yourself, I can accept all of it.) is an echo of the 7th Anniversary, where he does become certain that no matter how ruthlessly he analyzes himself, or what choices he makes, she will always choose to walk toward him and embrace everything that he is. She isn’t trying to fix him, nor is she afraid of the darker or more complicated parts of who he is. Instead, she shows a mature, steady kind of love—the kind that fully sees someone, flaws and all, and stays anyway.

7th Anniversary - Day 4

³⁵: I translated it as worry, but in a romantic context, 烦恼 (fán nǎo) implies a deeper, more persistent state of thoughtful preoccupation and tender concern. It's not the usual "I'm scared something bad will happen" kind of worry (that would be 担心 dān xīn) as it’s more of a kind of soft, constant emotional entanglement where someone lives in your head and in your heart rent-free. That line as a whole is a vulnerable and slightly possessive confession, like he's asking her to never stop caring, overthinking, loving, and being tenderly troubled by him and his complexities.

³⁶: 起风了 (The wind is rising) is the same line from their VERY FIRST date, firefly date. The contrast in how Lucien feels each time he says it, as well as the progression of their relationship, is just so ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽. The repetition of 'The wind is rising' bridges the beginning of their story to this moment, showing just how far Lucien has grown through his connection with her. In the Firefly date, he uses the line to reference the French poem "The Graveyard by the Sea" by Paul Valéry. Back then, seeing the weak fireflies made him think they won’t live long because survival of the fittest is all he’s ever known. But earlier in this MQ, when he sees the fireflies glowing around them, he doesn’t see survival – he sees wonder, through her smile and joy, through the fireflies' glow in her eyes. From once viewing the world through a detached, almost fatalistic lens, to now holding onto beauty and learning how to cherish it, he’s no longer just surviving and observing life. He's living it. Because of her. Because of love.

Fireflies Date

³⁷: 惹人爱怜 (rě rén ài lián) literally means 'causes people to feel pity and love/affection.' It describes someone/something so endearing that you can't help but want to love and protect them. I like how this phrase is used in this context; it highlights the tender, vulnerable quality of his kiss while contrasting with the firm assertiveness that keeps her from retreating. It also reminds me of his prison AU number 0525 (ling wǔ èr wǔ), which can be read as "怜我爱我" (lián wǒ ài wǒ), literally meaning 'pity me, love me'.

—✨[Lux's afterthoughts]

Seven years is a long time. Long enough that I started to wonder if maybe they'd never fly that kite. That perhaps it was something meant to stay unfinished until they reach their happy ending at the end of the game. But looking back now, I think it was just a matter of waiting for spring to arrive. Just like he once said back in Season 2 Chapter 13, "Spring isn't necessarily just a fixed time.", maybe it's not spring as in the season but the spring in his heart. It took him years to reach this point. Through the seventh anniversary, when he revealed the black-and-white world and the colors she brought to it, when he confessed how love had brought him fear and courage, pain and comfort, and ultimately, a sense of being real. Through Because of Love, when he finally let go of hesitation and bared his entire heart without any reservation. Only after all of that could the kite finally rise.

And maybe it's perfect that it happens in summer, because it's a season full of rainy days, where on some days they have to chase after the miracle of a 20% chance of sunshine, just like the kite, something they'd been trying to fly for years, always held back by timing, circumstance, and its heavy meaning. It emphasizes the struggle and the long road they took to finally make it fly, making the moment it soars feel like something far more than a simple scene. It's the culmination of everything he had endured: his insecurity, his fear, his yearning, his pain. He had to walk a long and difficult path before he could finally stand before her with frankness, look into her eyes, and say, "I love you. My heart chooses to love you." (Because of Love after-evolve karma's line)

Of course, even after he found the courage to ask her to fly one, actually flying the kite wasn't easy. When it wouldn't rise, he kept running back and forth, as if sheer effort could replace the missing wind. She called out directions, and he followed, but you could still see that he was trying to shoulder everything by himself, continually adjusting the kite experimentally. Watching this genius fumble so earnestly, my tears wouldn't stop. Such a fool, unwilling to give up, reluctant to lean on anyone. It wasn't until she signaled him to rest that he lay back in the grass, the string falling loosely around him like a soft embrace, and whispered, "Teacher, I am a slow student." And that was the moment he turned to her. Not just about the kite, but about the two of them. Admitting his vulnerability, letting her in, allowing himself to be guided… because only when you show all of yourself can you be thoroughly cherished and loved, right? And she answered with the same sentence he said years ago: "But I can't do it alone."

And that's it, isn't it? Love isn't a solo endeavor. Neither is fulfilling a promise to fly a kite. Honestly, the kite is such a brilliant metaphor for love itself: it needs effort, patience, timing, a little luck, and the delicate balance between restraint and freedom.

And one of the things I love most about XMMC's love is that it's a bond built from nothing, where looking back, you can trace every step as they grow together. Maybe the yearning was light at first, just curiosity toward someone who could have remained a stranger. But over the years, it grew heavier because their bond was something they had to choose and rebuild again and again, despite fear, hesitation, and obstacles. Their whole story is a reminder of how fragile and miraculous love can be. Luck gave them the chance to meet, but it was their choices that kept it alive. The yearning never ends because every moment of happiness carries the awareness that it all could have slipped away, and the only way to honor that miracle is to hold on tightly and protect it with everything you are.

Once they opened their hearts to each other again and stopped hiding, revealing the reason why it took so long to fulfill this promise, the wind began to blow. The kite soared as they held the string together. Beneath it, he said "Don't cry" with such gentleness (which actually makes me cry even harder ༼;' ༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽), kissing again and again, repeatedly whispering "I love you" under the sky we all had waited years for. Because in the end, there were no other words that could capture this long, arduous journey better than love. That day wasn't just a sunny day. It was a day filled with all the love they had fought so hard to understand. Seven years of waiting. Seven years of growth. And finally, this promise was fulfilled.

From kites to fireflies, from red ribbons to red threads and even kite threads, from luck and miracles to love that's like a seed—love that makes people greedy, love that makes people afraid—so many things about this date instantly make me think of the long road we’ve walked together. I could go on forever, but I'll stop here. If you've made it this far, thank you so much for reading. This story means the world to me, and I can't put into words how much it means to finally see this moment come true after everything.

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—[Chapter 4]—

I’m still a bit dazed as I walk into the park.

The humming of the early morning downpour still echoes in my ears, while the lingering moisture in the air has quietly evaporated in the sunlight.

Though it's not yet noon, the blazing sunshine tears through the clouds and slants downward, spreading across the vast green shade. Like a frozen scene, only the clamorous cries of cicadas remain.

I feel my whole body heating up, and for a moment, I can't tell whether it's from the sun or from the warmth in my heart.

As I sneak a glance for the umpteenth time at the kite in Lucien's other hand, he suddenly gives my hand a slight squeeze.

Feeling caught, I hurriedly raised my other hand to fan myself.

MC: With the sun so blazing now, who would've thought it was pouring just this early morning?

Lucien narrows his eyes slightly, a meaningful smile playing on his lips.

Lucien: [teasingly] It turns out a certain little lady really was awake at that time.

MC: …..

MC: Since you put it that way, Professor Xu… that means you weren't asleep either then.

Lucien: Oh, so you really have been awake the whole time too.

He leisurely draws out his sigh, making me feel even hotter. So I huff twice and deliberately purse my lips.

MC: If I had known it'd turn out like this, we might as well have chatted and tried to get sleepy together.

Lucien: Then I'm afraid we really would've ended up pulling an all-nighter.

MC: Why's that?

Lucien: After all, in moments like these, I always seem to have so much I want to say to you.

He speaks candidly, making me feel that no matter what he says, I won't be able to refuse.

MC: Then I'd only feel very happy.

Lucien: Can just this alone bring happiness?

MC: Of course, because I got to hear your heart.

I lead Lucien by the hand toward the lawn deep in the park, passing puddles at our feet and a tree strewn with fallen blossoms.

For a while, neither of us speaks, and my heart grows very quiet.

Then I hear Lucien speak.

Lucien: [indifferently looks afar] Actually, when it started raining before dawn, I felt uneasy, defeated, and dejected. Even…

Lucien: [turns his head to you and smiles softly] Anticipation.

His voice sounds softly, causing me to subconsciously soften my breathing as well.

Lucien: I can't help but think, perhaps my invitation was too sudden.

Lucien: I should have given it more thought, or rather, done some more preparation. At the very least, I should've checked the weather forecast before inviting you.

He shrugs his shoulders with a smile, and I follow suit, lifting the corners of my mouth. But his joking line inexplicably scratches at my heart, making it itch.

Lucien: Failure is the norm if one insists on advancing a difficult experiment under uncontrollable conditions.

Lucien: But unfortunately, cognition and choice are not always aligned.

Lucien: The thought that my impulsiveness might cause your expectation to come to nothing leaves me somewhat unwilling to accept it.

As he speaks with sincerity, I suddenly realize why the person lying beside me would be so silent when the rain poured like a torrent.

MC: Ah, people really are so different from one another.

MC: While Professor Xu reflected on himself when he couldn't sleep, I thought about nothing at all.

Hearing my exaggerated sigh, Lucien turns toward me with keen interest in his eyes.

Lucien: Weren't you worried?

MC: If I had to put it into words, later on I kept feeling like… none of it mattered.

MC: Whether it's a magical rainy-day kite that exceeded expectations, or the two of us waiting together for the clear skies to arrive.

MC: Maybe we'll make a promise for the next time the weather is nice, or maybe you'll take me somewhere even farther away, to a place full of sunshine. What words would you say to me then?

Lucien: "The world is a vast place—not everywhere is caught in rain."

I blink a few times, then laugh together with him.

MC: Professor Xu, have you 'rehearsed' this response too?

Lucien: I’m simply in the habit of preparing for all kinds of hypothetical scenarios.

MC: Then, did our Professor Xu spend the whole night rehearsing hypotheticals without sleeping properly?

Lucien: I fell asleep after the rain stopped, and I slept very well.

Lucien: Because what I had been anticipating happened.

MC: Was it the rain stopping?

Lucien: It was a miracle.

Lucien: After the rain, I began to anticipate a miracle.

Lucien: They heard how devout I was, so the whole world came to help.²²

As Lucien speaks these words, dappled light happens to leap onto his brows, the corners of his eyes, and the tips of his hair, making his eyes sparkle brightly.

Lucien: MC, right now I feel that today might just be our luckiest day of the year.

His brows and eyes curve with a smile, making no attempt to hide just how happy he is. Being gazed at like this by him, my eyes can’t help but grow hot.

MC: It's all my fault. I shouldn't have dragged you into those superstitious activities.

Lucien: That's right, you'll have to take responsibility.

As we speak, a vast lawn comes into view, emerald green spreading as far as the eye can reach, appearing supple under the sunlight.

Nameless little flowers dot the grass, and heaven and earth are condensed into dewdrops on the branches and leaves, like a world held in stillness.

It truly is good weather today.

The only thing is that it's too still.

✂———————–

Lucien: …..

Lucien comes to a stop, his chest involuntarily rising and falling faintly.

Under the scorching sun, his repeated running causes him to sweat lightly, and his bared skin is also tinged with a faint flush from the heat.

Lucien: [gasping for breath, then speaking stubbornly] …I'll try again.

After finishing his words, he places the kite onto the grass, continuously tugging at the spool as he moves backward, then starts jogging again.

I promptly follow in his footsteps.

MC: Lucien, move a little to the left… no no—your left!

MC: …Wait, don't pull the string yet!

He follows each instruction, but the kite's clean paper surface only sweeps over the grass again and again, the pink ribbons tied to it like strands of fish lingering and swimming among the blades.

Yet it never once lifts from the ground.

After grazing past a few small flowers, it struggles on before eventually coming to rest in the grass.

Lucien stops once more, his back-turned figure somewhat silent.

He keeps his head lowered, his thoughts unreadable to me; the ribbon dangling from the kite quietly brushes his sleeve.

I instinctively quicken my steps in his direction. Only when I draw near do I realize his gaze rests intently on the kite.

His lowered lashes quiver faintly, as if in thought and as if listening to something.

Lucien: Just now, I confirmed the real-time wind speed, wind force, and air humidity.

Lucien: But…

He lets out a soft sigh, brows furrowed as he murmurs.

Lucien: Although the current wind force is insufficient to lift the kite, theoretically, my running speed should be adequate…

Lucien: Is the kite not light enough, or is its structure unstable?

As he speaks, his fingertips brush along the skeletal frame inch by inch. Lifting the kite slightly, he turns it toward the light to examine the paper surface closely.

Finally, he even takes out his phone's flashlight, shines it, and observes the kite's connection points with meticulous care, as if he is calibrating some precise laboratory apparatus.

I can't help but find him rather adorable, so I just stand quietly to the side, watching him study this 'flight apparatus'.

It turns out that this person really doesn't know how to fly a kite.

Lucien: MC, I know where the problem is.

I blink, waiting for him to go on.

Lucien: This kite has been stored away for too long.

Lucien: Even if properly stored, the paper surface will still show minor dampening and instability in its balance.

Lucien: Perhaps while holding it, I can adjust the angle a bit, tilting it about 8 degrees to the left.

MC: [sweating]…….

Lucien: [chuckles] Let's try again.

Before I can open my mouth to stop him, he's already tugging the string and starting to run, his arm raised high.

After being launched, the kite sways unsteadily, floats for just a moment, then falls back onto the grass.

The string in his hand drops down. Lucien merely glances back once, then turns and sprints off again in another direction.

MC: ...Such a stubborn fool.

I no longer stop him, just watch with a smile as he keeps repeating the same motions.

Again and again, over and over, like walking on a track he is unfamiliar with and not in the least skilled at.

Unwearied by the trouble and tedium, vexed yet full of anticipation.

Until the fine sheen of sweat dampens his shirt, outlining his slender frame, and at last he stops.

From afar, Lucien gazes toward me.

Even though I cannot see him clearly against the light, I still seem to hear his voice.

So I spread my arms wide toward him.

He walks toward me step by step, and finally even breaks into a run.

I move forward to meet him, embracing him tightly in my arms.

MC: Fool.

Scent of rain-drenched grass wraps around me, welling in my eyes and seeping into my heart, moistening them both.²³

The head resting atop mine gives a slight nod, as if in acknowledgment.

MC: Let's rest for a while.²⁴

A muffled reply falls. Lucien releases me and lies down on the grass.

The unwound kite string loosely encircles him, wrapping him into a colorful and tender embrace.

Soft strands of his hair are brushed aside by the breeze, revealing a pair of eyes uncharacteristically at a loss.

Perhaps even vast and intricate experimental data will not deter him; yet, at this moment, a kite trips up the genius's steps, causing him to inadvertently reveal a flicker of childlike vulnerability.

He tilts his head up to look at me, gently closes his eyes for a moment, and lets out a sigh as if defeated.

Lucien: Teacher, I am a slow student.²⁵

Lucien: I can't even learn something this simple.

MC: Who says this is simple?

I refute him without hesitation, making those beautiful eyes widen momentarily.

I can't help but feel my heart soften. I crouch down over him, cup my chin, and look at him carefully.

MC: It's complicated.

MC: It needs patience, it requires skill, and it also needs the ability to observe and weigh things thoughtfully.

MC: It even requires just that little bit of extra luck.

A few flower stems cast faint, swaying shadows on his face, making him lower his lashes as if to escape.

The kite is loosely held in his hand, one corner drifting up lightly with the wind, then pulled down by him again, like a heart restlessly eager yet unwilling to yield.

I gently hold the kite string, which hangs down at his side, watching it wind and coil between us, like gazing down at a small river flowing through one another.

MC: Bond and freedom are inherently contradictory. It’s difficult to strike a balance, isn’t it?²⁶

Wind on the ground billows the thin, light clothing. I look up toward the source of the 'small river', only to meet Lucien's thoughtful gaze directly.

Lucien: Yeah, it’s difficult.

Lucien: Seems like in moments like these, I'm always somewhat flustered and a little clumsy.

MC: Do you not want me to see?

Lucien: [chuckles] No, that's not it.

Lucien: I'm glad you saw all of this.

Lucien: It’s just that I can’t help but wonder if the one pulling the thread was you… Then maybe this matter wouldn’t be so complicated.

His fingertips tap, seemingly inadvertently, on the spool handle before they tentatively reach toward me.

He's talking about flying a kite, yet it's not just about flying a kite.

MC: But I can't do it alone.²⁷

Smiling, I shake my head at him, leaving him stunned for a moment.

MC: This is our promise; only when we fulfill it together does it hold meaning.

MC: Lucien, I can't do it alone.

MC: Just like love, this is a matter of two people.

Cicadas' cries drift from afar, and sunlight bathes the world, exposing its colors into richer, more variegated hues.

Lucien: MC, on one hand, I want to let you lead all of this, but on the other, I can't help wanting to do a lot alone.

Lucien: [softly] Is this also love?

MC: Perhaps it is.

Lucien: Then I feel fortunate, so deeply fortunate, that the person standing before me at this moment is you.

Lucien: [even more softer] Is this also love?

MC: Perhaps it is, too.

He blinks, his beautiful eyes suffused with a moist, glistening light. In that instant, the grass, trees, and flowers around him seemed to fade in color.²⁸

Letting me gladly and willingly drown in their depths.

Lucien: MC, please keep teaching me more.²⁹

Until that hazy warmth and loneliness gain clearer contours, until my cowardice always grows alongside my love.

Until I no longer need deduction or imitation, converging all this into love's own language.

I can't resist lowering my head and kissing him.

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—📝[Translation Notes and Insights]

²²: 祂 (tā) is a special pronoun used mainly in religious or spiritual contexts to refer to God or divine being(s), distinguishing it from 他 (he), 她 (she), or 它 (it). I use They in English to carry that same sense of reverence while also leaving room for the possibility that the text is speaking of more than one god or divine presence, after all, he used it to refer to how the whole world came to help~

²³: Random fun fact is that Lucien is often described with the scent of grass… so when the smell wraps around her, it's also a poetic way of saying he's embracing her. Yet it's also a wet scent that carries emotional weight of his endearing yet distressing stubbornness, seeping into her eyes and heart, making her tears rise and her heart ache.

The Sea No Longer Far Away SP

²⁴: The whole scene of them from Lucien keeps running over again and again, Lucien looking at MC, then MC opens her arms wide to give him a signal, then MC asks Lucien to rest… It instantly recalls both the 7th Anniversary and last year’s Summer SP 海不再遥远 SP (The Sea No Longer Far Away/Seaside at Last SP- Official Translation | My Translation). As I mentioned in my previous Translation Notes and Insight, the Summer SP was where they learned to give each other the signal that it's okay to rest. But reaching that point took a journey: before then, Lucien literally tried to put into practice her metaphor of what it felt like to follow in his footsteps, doing something unfamiliar, failing over and over to the sea, and starting again, just to understand her feelings. That same stubborn fool is now facing another unfamiliar challenge, once again failing again and again and tirelessly starting over each time to fulfill their promise ;-;

7th Anniversary - Day 4

And here, when Lucien looks at MC and she opens her arms wide, it mirrors the 7th Anniversary, except this time it's not her running into his arms… It's him running into hers, caught in her tight embrace. It's an act of finding and giving mutual solace, of complete acceptance, and of their growth as she also understands the importance of giving him the signal to rest. This date is absolutely INSANE as the culmination of nearly eight years of their relationship growth.

²⁵: 笨学生 (bèn xué shēng) is often translated as 'stupid student', but in this context, it leans more to a humble 'I struggle to grasp this despite effort.' An idiomatic English equivalent for 笨学生 might be 'slow learner'. However, I’ve chosen a slow student to retain the 'student' element, which preserves his deferential tone toward his 'teacher'. Other possible translations are foolish student or clumsy student, but neither foolish nor clumsy quite captures the meaning of 笨 here: Lucien flying a kite without wind might be foolish, and his not smooth attempts might be clumsy, but what's being conveyed is his genuine struggle to learn despite his efforts.

²⁶: I've translated this word into bond, but it might not capture the implicit restriction (hence the contradiction with freedom). The term 牵绊 (qiān bàn) is central to understanding this tension, as it refers to the emotional ties that bind people together, such as love, family, or deep friendship. These bonds offer support, connection, and meaning, but they also imply being held back, obligated, or constrained. The character 牵 (qiān) means to pull or involve, while 绊 (bàn) means to trip or hinder. In the metaphor of flying a kite, the string is the 牵绊: it's what allows the kite to rise, guided and connected, but also what holds it back from complete freedom. Lucien lying down while being tenderly embraced by the kite string, and the string being held by MC like she's the one anchoring him to the world, making him stand on solid ground… I think the image beautifully encapsulates the essence of 牵绊. And indeed, balancing both 牵绊 (bond/tie) and ⾃由 (freedom) is never easy.

7th Anniversary - Final Day

²⁷: The way they transform his infamous 'joking' line from chapter 13 where our Great Professor Lucien, with that aggrieved little expression, goes "I can't do it alone / won't be alright alone" when she said she wants to investigate by herself into something so solemn here, of love as not something one should carry alone, but something to be fulfilled and shoulder together… LUCIEN WRITERS YOUR MIND!!!

Chapter 13

The whole scene is such a masterstroke too! Lucien, who is still wrestling with the contradictory nature of love, is trying to make sense of it all. How he wants to let her lead, because a part of him believes maybe things wouldn't be so messy if only she bore the emotional reins, only for her to say that "I can't do it alone" because love is not a one-person task. Then he wonders, if I still want to bear things alone sometimes, is that also love? And MC doesn't deny him, simply saying, "Perhaps it is." And that's when he says he feels fortunate, so deeply fortunate that the person standing before him is someone who understands him, his contradictions, his inner wars, and loves him as he is.

²⁸: In CN 眼眸覆上盈润的光 (lit. "eyes covered with moist light") often suggests eyes welling with unshed tears or an intense emotional sheen (tenderness, vulnerability, etc.). That raw radiance in his gaze is so vivid it seems to strip the surrounding world of its own colors 🥺

²⁹: "MC, please keep teaching me more." I think every XM stan knows just how precious these words are without me needing to overexplain. A genius, yet he's willing to be your most devoted, 'slow' student, stumbling and falling again and again in an effort to learn how to love you🥹 It's hard to not be touched...

New Light Date + Training and Pampering Date

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—[Chapter 3]—

MC: You saw them too, right? Those are precisely the red ribbons we tied back then!

MC: I remember we tied one ribbon first, then tied the other one on top of it. That's why the knot looks like that… Anyway, I'm sure of it.

MC: I never expected that they had neither been routinely cleared away nor worn down by wind and rain, but instead still hang there on the tree, perfectly intact…

MC: ...It's truly wondrous.

On our way back from the Matchmaker Temple, I'm still chattering away, relishing what just happened.¹⁴

The last wash of sunset glow tints the horizon a beautiful pinkish purple, its hue soaking into the damp stone steps.

Lucien doesn't say a word the whole time, just smiles as he listens to me.

Looking at those smiling eyes, I clear my throat a little, feeling slightly embarrassed.

MC: Alright, I admit that after years of absorbing your influence by osmosis, I've become a bit more realistic and pragmatic.

MC: [smiles softly] But we've experienced so many miraculous moments over the past two days… Like we're being watched over with fondness and blessed by grace. It's both wondrous and blissful.

MC: So I can't help but feel deeply moved.

Lucien: I know. That's why I'm relishing it too.

MC: Liar, that smile of yours looks like you’re teasing me.

Lucien: [chuckles tinged with grievance] Would I really be that mean?

Lucien: [smiles sincerely] I honestly just think you're utterly endearing. The world looks beautiful and full of wonder when seen through your eyes.

Lucien: It responded to your hopes and brought us miracles.

The evening breeze blows softly, and the world melts into a rustling expanse of tender hue.

Lucien: And ever since being with you, I keep encountering many illogical, low-probability events that call to be pursued and explored.

Lucien: Your existence has made me accustomed to miracles happening naturally.

Lucien: [softly] Isn't this miraculous?

Rather than a question, it feels more like he's marveling.

How could I not be lucky too—to be the curiosity of the one who's curious about the world, to be the exploration he longs to explore.

I can't help but rise onto my tiptoes and plant a soft peck at the corner of his lips.

MC: Alright, alright, I can't out-argue you. I give up.¹⁵

Lucien: That won't do.

He leans in, and his warm breath falls upon my squinting eyes and the tip of my nose, before finally coming to rest at the edge of my lips.

Lucien: [earnestly] Just let me be the one to admit defeat.¹⁶

The lights along the stone-step path light up one by one; the already long mountain trail grows slower beneath our pace, as if we tacitly wish to prolong this moment.

I gently shake our clasped hands.

MC: Speaking of which, have you still gone to the Matchmaker Temple by yourself again since then?¹⁷

⚠️'Since then' here does not refer to the 'Bound by Love' SP Mind Quest. Please refer to the [Translation Notes and Insights] for context. This clarification is critical as the date being referenced may not be released on the EN server for quite some time.⚠️

Lucien: No, I haven't. But I did visit Grandma Wen a while ago; she can vouch for that.

MC: Pfft, I never said I didn't believe you.

Seeing him explain so seriously, I can't help but laugh.

MC: Lucien, let's visit the temple together from now on.¹⁸

Lucien: Okay.

Lucien agrees almost without hesitation.

He doesn't ask me the reason, and only responds with an earnestness that makes it more of a promise than a reply.

I actually can't explain exactly what I'm thinking in this moment, or why I'd make a promise about something that doesn't seem to need promising at all.

Perhaps it's just because I'm walking with him like this that I unintentionally begin to freely imagine many distant things.

They all will happen naturally on some day in the future.

Somehow, I suddenly remember that promise.

It always lies deep in my memories, silent and still, yet deafening whenever I recall it.

I instinctively look toward Lucien.

When the weather is good, let's go fly a kite.

I think about it, and the memory alone makes my heart clamor.

The evening breeze brushes past the shrubs, sweeps over the hem of my skirt, and stirs the ends of Lucien's hair.

Perhaps I'm too deeply lost in thought; it's only when that profound gaze looks back at me that I sheepishly avert my eyes.

MC: What is it?

A soft chuckle falls on my ear, and Lucien smiles as he boops my nose.

Lucien: I admit it. I really like it when you look at me like this. In fact, I don't want to interrupt this moment either.

MC: [unamused] Humph, and yet you still interrupted me?

I figure he's probably teasing me again, so I just go along with what he says. But to my surprise, he ends up looking even more innocent.

Lucien: What if I tell you I have a good reason?

Lucien: There's a beautiful scene I don't want you to miss. Or rather, I want to experience it together with you.

As Lucien speaks, he takes my hand and steps down a stair, guiding my gaze forward.

The next second, I can't help but widen my eyes.

MC: ...Fireflies!

Scattered luminescence flows out unceasingly from the bushes, like sprinkles of stardust adrift before our eyes.

Drifting and floating, they converge into a swaying galaxy, like a gift from the gods.

Lucien watches the girl beside him, her smile blooming and the glow of fireflies leaping into her eyes. He can't help but smile too.

In truth, he's the one who should be grateful.

Without her, he himself probably wouldn't have seen such a dreamlike and beautiful scene.

And the moment his gaze shifts away from her, the world fades back into a photographic negative needing to be refocused.

So he instinctively tightens his grip on her hand, as if this way he holds not only her joy, but his own as well.

Now, he seems to have gradually learned how to hold onto this beautiful miracle.

What he said is true: the way she's made him grow accustomed to miracles and beauty is far more miraculous than any so-called coincidence.

He quietly watches the girl, watches her gaze turn toward him, watches her eyes brim with delight.

Lucien feels love.

He inexplicably thinks of this word, even though he still cannot define it.

It’s born alongside too many emotions; it makes him unlike himself, yet through him, it allows him to become himself.

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

His heart throbs uncontrollably. The feeling of his chest being completely filled, just like it was at the Matchmaker Temple, comes flooding back again.

They stood side by side, gazing together at the peach tree, which was covered with red silk ribbons.

Vast expanses of green and red permeated the world, as if becoming the only two fragments of color left. For a moment, he felt as though everything had reverted to a single hue once more.

Equally monotonous, yet so different from black and white.

The colors now had warmth and were tangible to the touch, making him unable to resist closing his fingers tighter around hers.

And this warmth enveloped him as tenaciously as a miracle. He couldn’t help but keep confirming, keep turning back, always looking toward the girl by his side who had brought it all into being.

How can I tell you just how miraculous you are?

Lucien thought to himself.

She tilted her head up, searching with unblinking focus, as if she would never back down or give up no matter what.

And he knows why she is so persistent and perseverant.¹⁹

He happens to be her persistence and perseverance.

Lucien's gaze lightly swept over the others beneath the tree. Though he couldn't know what was in their hearts and minds, he genuinely sensed similar emotions.

He, too, has someone who would naturally appear in his heart at this moment.

It turns out time can roll back, like the returning surge of a rising tide.

The flower that quietly bloomed in the depths of his heart has now blossomed into a form he had never foreseen, gently and steadily cradling his abnormally pounding heart.

The fireflies illuminate her, and they also illuminate his pain and obsession.²⁰

And yet, each increment of pain feels even more like the most solid proof transmitted from his heart.

It is as if the world is tenderly opening its embrace, welcoming its clumsy child to experience and enjoy the most touching and profound beauty of life.

He softly speaks her name, grasping with his own hands a certain kind of fate that belongs only to him.

Lucien: [gently] Tomorrow… let’s go fly a kite.

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—📝[Translation Notes and Insights]

I like how the story is structured so that the kite isn't something he plans in advance because of a lucky day. Heck, the kite isn't even on their minds when they first hear about it. Instead, the idea of a "lucky day" pushes them to show their dedication to each other in parallel: she insists on finding the red ribbon, while he works tirelessly to catch a fleeting patch of sunshine. Both of them are collecting small pieces of luck for a future they can already sense but haven't yet put into words. And when persistence and chance come together, those little pieces of luck gently and naturally bring back the memory of the kite promise🥺

¹⁴: 回 (huí) means 'to return', and 味 (wèi) means 'taste'. Together, 回味 (huíwèi) literally means 'to return to the taste' and figuratively refers to savoring a past experience or emotion. What I mean by 'relishing' here is not just enjoying, but savoring in a thoughtful, gentle way like 'tasting' memories that linger.

¹⁵⁺¹⁶: MC's 投降 (tóuxiáng) is a term for formal surrender (e.g., in war). It's precisely the formality that makes its use in a daily context playful and theatrical, like declaring a dramatic defeat or waving a white flag LOL. Lucien's 认输 (rènshū) means 'to admit defeat' and is more personal and introspective. It refers to an internal acknowledgment of loss, often after a struggle. By choosing this word, he gently rejects her theatrical gesture to instead make a sincere and vulnerable concession, acknowledging that he is the one truly overcome🥺

¹⁷: The phrase "since then" in MC's line refers back to the Binding Knot Date, where Grandma Wen (also the same Grandma Wen from Chapter 9 who taught MC how to make a peace knot) pulls MC aside and reveals that Lucien has visited the Matchmaker Temple alone on several occasions. MC later confronts him about it, asking if he's encountered a problem that 'materialism' can't solve. Lucien admits he goes there to seek comfort regarding his relationship with MC, worrying that his mistakes might make her unhappy and wondering if he's not doing well enough. A 'materialist' who goes against logic for his beloved because matters of the heart are too complex to explain through reason alone… this reflects a key stage in his character development. This date also shows how much he pays attention even to their smallest quarrels, learning to see them as a natural part of being in a relationship. Anyway, MC's question here checks if he has resumed his habit of seeking solitary solace.

Binding Knot Date

¹⁸: By asking Lucien to visit the Matchmaker Temple together from now on, MC not only breaks his pattern of carrying worries alone but also turns it into a shared promise for their road ahead. The act itself carries cultural undertones, as visiting the temple as a couple is often tied to love and long-term commitment, which is why her thoughts naturally drift toward their future. And Lucien's simple, sincere "Okay" lands like a vow of its own, affirming her proposal🥺

¹⁹: While both 执着 (zhí zhuó) and 坚持 (jiān chí) can be translated as 'persistence', their connotations are different. 执着 (zhí zhuó) describes a state of mind, a deep, often stubborn or obsessive attachment to an idea, goal, or person. At the same time, 坚持 (jiān chí) focuses on the action of continuing to do something despite difficulties. It emphasizes steadfastness, endurance, and willpower in upholding principles, habits, or plans. MC's 执着 is her profound emotional fixation on Lucien, and this feeling is what fuels her 坚持, her unwavering effort and perseverance in their relationship. It's almost silly how they've become each other's embodiment of what defines them. Like for MC, Lucien is her persistence and perseverance; for Lucien, MC is his curiosity and quest.

²⁰: The term 沉迷 consists of two characters: 沉 (chén): 'to sink' or 'to be immersed in' and 迷 (mí): 'to be fascinated by', 'to be lost in', or 'to be obsessed with'. The literal meaning of 沉迷 is 'to sink into and become lost in a fascination'. It evokes someone willingly allowing themselves to be submerged and enchanted by something, to the point of losing their bearings in anything else. I use obsession to translate 沉迷 because it is a good approximation, but maybe it can't fully capture the sinking (沉) feeling, like this all-consuming, overwhelming absorption in her and his love for her.

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—[Memory Sillhouette-The Night Before]—

Dark blue night spills across the windshield; streetlights sweep past within sight, transforming into flowing amber on the damp road.

I can't help but sneak another glance from the corner of my eye, catching a glimpse of Lucien's calm, unchanged expression.

I had thought that after his invitation, we would go buy a kite together.

But as we pass by several malls or supermarkets that appear to sell kites along the way, he shows almost no intention of stopping the car, and there is even a trace of inexplicable silence.

Could it be that he has already quietly prepared something without my knowing?

I can't quite make sense of it, but helpless against too many indescribable emotions flooding my mind, I don't break this silence either.

Any moment now, once we turn at the next intersection, we'll be home...

Lucien: MC, we're almost home.

MC: Ah… yeah, we are. What is it?

I subconsciously hold my breath.

Lucien: Want to grab a late-night snack at that food stall nearby?

MC: …Well, okay.

I stretch the corner of my mouth into a reluctant smile and agree, then immediately feel somewhat annoyed at my undisciplined emotions getting the better of me.

Perhaps it is because tonight is one of these recent nights when the rain has rarely stopped that the food stalls are bustling at this hour. Cooking smoke mingles with the damp air, steaming up into a hazy mist.

The savory aroma of barbecue burrows into my nose, and amid the leaping charcoal fire and the clinking of glasses, it sketches a clamorous, warmly human bustle.

Lucien and I simply order some food and sit down at one of the outdoor seats.

The night's temperature sheds the day's mugginess, soft and fresh as if rinsed clean by rain.

Lucien: The weather forecast says there’s about an 80% chance of rain tomorrow.

MC: Pfft… So that's what you were looking at all along?

From those deep-set eyes, a sliver of resignation seeps out without the slightest concealment. Lucien sets down his phone, naturally peeling a shrimp and placing it into my bowl.

Lucien: Fortunately, there's still a 20% chance.

MC: [smiles softly] Why does it sound like you're cheering yourself up, Professor Xu?

Lucien: Was it that obvious? I was clearly trying to come off a bit more nonchalant.

He speaks with feigned gravity, his half-joking tone making us laugh in unison; yet I faintly sense the emotions concealed within it.

The night wind blows gently, the lamplight at the shop entrance softly melts into the puddle on the ground, forming a fuzzy-edged moon—

—as if it too illuminates the thoughts weighing on my heart.

Be it 20% or 10%; even if only a faint 1% glimmer of possibility- at this moment, I greedily hope that tomorrow can be that one luckiest day of ours.

I hope tomorrow will be good weather.²¹

After we finish dinner and return home, Lucien heads straight into the bathroom.

On this night no different from any other, it is I who finds myself a little absent-minded.

While thinking over the matter of the kite and worrying about the change in weather, I push open the bathroom door with my change of clothes in hand, just in time to see Lucien taking off his shirt.

Lucien: …..

MC: ……

MC: ...Y-you haven't showered yet? Then hurry up, okay?

I babble incoherently with awkward laughter, slam the door shut in one motion, then shake my head hard, trying to jolt my muddled mind a little clearer.

Immediately after, I hear two light knocks coming from the other side of the door.

Lucien: If you're in a hurry, I can let you go first.

Lucien: Of course. I'd also be very happy to leave this time for us to share together.

MC: Stop teasing me, just hurry up and get in!

Lucien: [chuckles] Then I'll be quick.

Soon, steam infused with the scent of body wash wafts up, and my face belatedly grows a little warm.

Hugging the clothes to my chest, I sit down on the sofa and subconsciously glance out the window again.

Maybe it's just a psychological effect, but ever since finding out the forecast, I find myself constantly paying attention to the 'weather'.

The muffled thunder from the distant horizon, the water droplets shaken loose from the tree branches by the wind, even the gurgling of water coming from the bathroom at this moment...

Each one keeps magnifying in my ears and before my eyes.

And weirdly enough, this state lingers on and off all the way until just before I fall asleep.

Listening to the steady breathing of the person beside me, I suddenly feel a bit unsure whether he's actually asleep or not.

My continuously sinking consciousness is tugged at by scattered, trivial thoughts, as if caught in an intangible tug-of-war.

I don't know how much time has passed. Amid the hazy daze, I hear the sound of raindrops falling.

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—📝[Translation Notes and Insights]

²¹: The way that line is precisely the same as what MC said back in 神山之约 (Sacred Mountain Date Official Translation | Fan Translation )🤧 These are the same emotional gesture: MC clings to a sliver of possibility despite the snow, wind, and rain with both the Golden Mountain and the flying kite being symbols of improbable fortune…

Sacred Mountain Date

Thinking about it, their relationship is inextricably tied to luck, isn't it? From their first love token being iridescent, a symbol of (rainbow) luck, to the golden mountain, then a game in his 2024 Birthday in CN server, where it's only when he gives himself a bit of luck that he finally meets her, even if it took him 500 years.

Lucien's 2024 Birthday Karma Phone Call

Meeting her in the first place is perhaps his greatest stroke of 'luck' that even if it brings him pain and destruction, he accepts it not as resignation but as devoted willingness, that he'd choose it again and again, no matter the cost.

7th Anniversary - Final Day

Still, it’s essential to recognize that it isn't luck alone that keeps them together. Just as Joshua/Zeng Shu's research required years of effort before that small stroke of luck arrived, Lucien insistently tries to tailor luck for her, and MC just as persistently seeks out the red ribbon they tied together years ago to hold onto their destined bond, the story makes it clear that although luck is a theme, their meeting, their effort to keep being together through learning and understanding how to open their heart and love each other, and later the fulfillment of the kite promise are never just mere chance, but something shaped through intention, persistence, and deliberate choices that wait for a little bit of luck to come.

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[Guide on Important dates and stories to read before Kite Date]

What I love most about this date is that it's not a standalone story, but rather the culmination of seven years' worth of growth. Before diving into this translation, I highly recommend reading or brushing up on his past dates, or at least checking out the ones in the guide I've put together. Each one is either directly referenced, emotionally echoed, or (at least in my opinion) thematically important to this story~

👉 See the complete guide here: [Date + Stories Guide]

At the very least, if you’re a casual reader from the global server, I really recommend checking out Sharinluna’s Fireflies Date Analysis, along with the 7th Anniversary, Bound to Love SP, Heartfelt Love Date, Deepening Love Date, and Binding Knot Date.

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[Transcript]

—[Chapter 1]—

Lucien: You will encounter your luckiest day of the year this month.

Lucien: [his expression turns into a smile] .....When you feel that a certain action needs extra good luck and support, please heed the voice of your heart and enjoy the energy of the universe.

Withdrawing his gaze from the phone screen, Lucien looks toward me with a smile.

Lucien: [chuckles] Looks like our answers are the same.

MC: …Really? So magical!¹

I delightfully hold my phone and move closer. The two connected screens clearly display the same deck of cards with the same guiding words.

Lately, several colleagues at the company have been keen on looking into metaphysics, so I pulled Lucien along to have some fun after dinner today.

Even though I know I should regard public fortune-telling with rationality, the "mutual understanding" born out of random probability still brings a sweet delight to my heart.

I shift into a more comfortable position and nestle up to his side, even shaking my head in satisfaction.

Lucien: [chuckles] Does this make you so happy?

MC: Because it's a coincidence, it's very easy for this kind of just-right sense of destiny to hit you right in the heart~

Lucien: Then I'd rather understand it this way. It's because we're becoming more and more alike now that we've made the same choice.

Lucien: Rather than fate's arrangement, I'd rather attribute it to you.

MC: Professor Xu's 'theory' indeed sounds more reasonable, I especially resonate with it~

I smile as I rest my head against his shoulder, my fingertip unconsciously tapping at the screen.

MC: [smiles softly] But no matter how I look at it, this set of cards is just too perfect. It kinda feels like I've already been hit by good luck, and that just makes me look forward to it even more.

Lucien lets out a thoughtful 'mm', but it doesn’t feel like a response. I turn my head in puzzlement, seeing him looking back at the text on the screen as if he's scrutinizing it.

I just made a casual remark, this person wouldn't actually be seriously studying it now, would he?

MC: Lucien, I...

A sudden kiss completely devours the words I haven't yet spoken.

His broad palm cradles the back of my head, pulling my lost balance back into his arms.

Our pressed skin stirs up a faint, restless heat, and his unbroken kisses surge like the tide, leaving me only fleeting moments to catch my breath.

It isn't until it suddenly starts raining outside, its soft patter mixing with the hum of the air conditioner, that he finally puts some distance between us.

Rainwater covers the condensation on the windows once again, a scene that seems to repeat countless times throughout this rainy season.

As if he notices that I am about to 'call him out'², Lucien innocently blinks his eyes and taps on the screen with righteous confidence, bringing up the previous page—

"Don't be stingy in expressing your love to your partner."

Lucien: I just wanted to experience the feeling of being struck by good luck too.

MC: Pfft, now you're the one getting superstitious.

Lucien: After all, I also have things I want to look forward to.

As we chat, the phone screen dims, and only the heart-shaped lamp on the bookshelf remains lit, blending the two of us curled up on the sofa into its dreamy, romantic glow.

Trivia: The heart-shaped lamp is their gift from 7th anniversary! If you haven't read it yet, please do bc their theme are connected 🥺

As the rain beats noisily, I suddenly feel like teasing him and brush my foot lightly against his.

MC: But Professor Xu, we're facing a real-world problem right now.

MC: According to the card reading, to enjoy the energy of the universe, we need to experience nature and soak up plenty of sunshine.

MC: But the weather forecast says it’ll be rainy in Loveland City for the next few weeks, so what can we do?

Lucien: Maybe we could make a few teru teru bozu³ and hang them up?

When he finishes speaking, he starts laughing first, which makes me laugh too as I cup his face in my hands and gently knead it.

MC: It’s over. All the rationality and logic of my great scientist have slipped away. That won't do, I've got to catch them and bring them back.

Lucien: Just let them go.

Lucien takes the opportunity to hold my hand and pulls me down onto the sofa, wrapping me fully in his embrace.

Lucien: Right now, all I want is to have a sweet dream with you.

As he speaks, he tightens his arms around me, making me nestle my head even more snugly against his chest.

In my haze, I hear Lucien speak.

Lucien: MC, your anticipation won’t be in vain.

Lucien: Though I don't know what exactly will happen then, I believe the entire universe will come to help you.

Lucien: And when that time comes, do remember to give me good luck and support too.

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—📝[Translation Notes and Insights]

¹: 神奇 (shén qí) is the key term of this story; it is a two-character compound word made up of two words: 神 (shén - literally "god" or "divine”) and 奇 (qí- literally "strange," "rare," "unusual”). It refers not just to unexpected phenomena, but to events and maybe even presence that feel uncannily perfect, fated, or deeply moving, almost as if the universe has ✨aligned✨ just for you. In this translation, I will translate 神奇 as words like magical, wondrous, or miraculous, depending on the context, and I will color the word purple wherever it appears to emphasize its thematic significance.

²: The idiom used for that description is 兴师问罪 (xīng shī wèn zuì), which literally means "to mobilize troops to question a crime." 兴师 refers to raising an army, while 问罪 means to hold someone accountable for wrongdoing. Compared to just accusing sb, it's more dramatic and has that sense of righteous authority LOL. Here, it's used playfully as she’s about to pretend to make a big deal and confront Lucien for kissing her without warning~

³: "Teru teru bozu" (てるてる坊主) or known in Chinese as 晴天娃娃 (qíng tiān wá wa-literally means clear sky/sunny day doll) is a small handmade doll crafted from white cloth or paper and hung by windows to pray for sunny skies. For someone like Lucien, who typically relies on data and logic, his willingness to hang some not only shows the care he puts into preparing even the smallest details beyond his rationality for her happiness, but also reveals a growing, softer side of him that's learning to embrace wonder and hope no matter how irrational it may seem 🥺

P.S. Did you know LovePro also has a teru teru bozu avatar frame? It's a reward from a general event, but I just had to mention it-

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[Exclusive Radio- Lucky Day]

—📝[Context Notes]

The person he is speaking to is the same Zeng Shu (曾抒) from last year's summer 海不再遥远 SP (The Sea No Longer Far Away/Seaside at Last SP- Official Translation | My Translation) Exclusive Radio. Though in the official localization, there was a mistranslation where Lucien asks him, "Aren't you a recent graduate?", whereas in the original, Xu Mo actually said that Professor Zeng isn't a recent graduate, which is why he was confused about why such a senior professor with extensive experience would suddenly want to withdraw from the project.

As for now, from the CN Server 2024 100 Days Countdown Event, Xu Mo's diary revealed that he eventually returned to the project.

Anyway, since the official localization refers to him as Joshua, I’ll stick with that naming convention. Similar to how I translate Xu Mo as Lucien Xu in my own translation, I’ll translate his name into Joshua Zeng.

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Lucien: Professor Zeng? Is something the matter?

Joshua: My apologies for disturbing your rest.

Joshua: I called because I have some good news to share with you.

Joshua: First, the project I've been working on made a major breakthrough today. I believe the following steps will go much more smoothly.

Lucien: That's great. Everyone must be really happy, right?

Joshua: Yes, we were even afraid it might be a false reading, so we specifically ran multiple rounds of cross-verification.

Joshua: We've been running calculations since midnight, and it's only now that we’re certain that there's no issue.

Joshua: Looking back now, I realize it really has been a long time since this project was first launched…

Lucien: Mm, this is the project you brought into my lab.

Lucien: Just counting the time at the Bioscience Research Center, it's been about three years.

Lucien: If we factor in the time you spent doing independent research beforehand, it's roughly been… about seven years?

Joshua: Seven years and eight months.⁴

Joshua: There was a time I thought I might have to wait a few more years before I could see any progress in the experiment.

~~Note: I felt the same way about flying a kite, but here we are.~~

Joshua: It seems I'm still quite lucky after all.

Lucien: Congratulations to you.

Joshua: [Laughs] Thank you for your congratulations. After all, maybe in a few more years, we’ll be able to publish papers under the name of the Bioscience Research Institute!

Joshua: In any case, let's organize the data again.

Joshua: When you come to the research center next week, we will discuss the specifics in more detail.

Lucien: Alright. If there's no rush over the next few days, let the researchers in the team take some appropriate time off as well.⁵

Lucien: Everyone has been working hard lately.

Joshua: Will do. I noticed that while we were waiting for the data just now, a few of the young folks were already planning to go see the sea.

Lucien: [chuckles] Then I'll be waiting to approve everyone’s leave applications.

Lucien: But you said "some" good news just now. Is there any other good news?

Joshua: So here's the thing. Didn't you submit two papers?

Joshua: I got the news today that both papers were accepted.

Lucien: Hm? I thought the reviewers would raise a few more rounds of feedback.

Joshua: Yes. So as soon as the news came in today, Xiao Luo was overjoyed; he even asked if I wanted to go with him to fulfill his vow.⁶

Joshua: I don't have the energy to run around with him, and I'm not much of a believer in that sort of thing…

Joshua: Still, today really is worthy of being called a 'lucky day.'

Lucien: [murmurs] Lucky day…

Joshua: What did you say just now?

Lucien: Ah, it's nothing.

Lucien: It's just that I think people occasionally do need a little bit of good luck.

Joshua: [laughs] After all, most of the time, aren't our preparations and efforts precisely about waiting for that tiny bit of luck to come knocking?

Lucien: Then it seems today is the day luck comes knocking.

Joshua: Sure is!

Joshua: Oh, and also, we're planning to have dinner together next Wednesday to celebrate.

Joshua: If you have time, feel free to bring your significant other with you.⁷

Lucien: Alright, I'll ask her about it later.

Joshua: Then I won't bother you any further.

Joshua: Wish you a pleasant weekend. Goodbye.

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—📝[Translation Notes and Insights]

⁴: By July 2025, when the Kite SP card was released on the CN server, “seven years and eight months” is exactly how long the game has been out since the server’s initial launch, so it also marks seven years and eight months since we first met Lucien according to the in-game timeline, seven years and eight months… since the start of his study of love (5th Anniversary). This little detail makes it feel as if this date had been planned from the very beginning ;-; or at the very least, it's a touching callback to the long road we've shared and how we've finally arrived at this point together🥲 Just as he said in the card’s line:

"When we arrived, we walked a long way to get here, so there's still a long way to go."

It’s been a long road, and there’s still a long way ahead~

⁵: Aww, I love it when growth from earlier stories carries over and shows up in later ones. Look at this guy’s development compared to 海不再遥远 SP (The Sea No Longer Far Away/Seaside at Last SP). He went from someone who didn’t understand the value of rest (for himself or others), to someone who not only understands it now but even suggests it for his team🥺

The Sea No Longer Far Away/Seaside At Last SP

⁶: If you ask a god for help or make a wish to them, you're expected to return to that god's temple or statue to express your thanks once the wish comes true. This act is called 还愿 (huán yuàn), which means fulfilling a vow or repaying a spiritual promise.

⁷: While 家属 (jiā shǔ) literally means family member, it's different from 家人 (jiā rén) as 家属 (jiā shǔ) often implies a legal or formally recognized familial relationship, someone legally acknowledged as part of their household, such as a spouse or dependent listed in official records. That said, it's vague enough in spoken Chinese to refer to a long-term, committed romantic partner. "Significant other" is the best translation here because it captures both the formal implication and the romantic intent (still, if you introduce someone as your 家属, people will likely assume you're cohabiting or married, or soon to be).

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—[Chapter 2]—

The air after the rain carries a touch of dampness, overlaying the lush greenery with gentle hues.

I steal a glance at Lucien beside me. He gazes calmly into the distance, but the relaxed curve of his brows and eyes quietly gives away the particularly good mood he's in.

My heart suddenly softens, as if delicate ripples spread over its innermost core, making it feel both warm and ticklish.

An hour ago, I received a call from Lucien saying he'd pick me up, and then he drove me to a park on the outskirts of Loveland City.

Lucien didn't explain much on the way. He didn't say whether he happened to be passing by or came on purpose, only mentioning casually that there was a place he wanted to go.

But I'm vaguely certain that this probably isn't a spur-of-the-moment act.

=[Flashback Start]=

Be it his unintentional sigh at a red light or the slight acceleration of the car, all of it told me he was racing against time.

The world flowed between clarity and blur with the sweep of the windshield wipers. My curiosity gradually coalesced into anticipation.

I hope whatever he's so urgently trying to do will come true.

As the car came down from the overpass, layers of green flooded into my view. In a trance, it felt as if I could hear nature breathing.

I think I know what Lucien is going to do.

=[Flashback Ends]=

As if to confirm the somewhat vague guess lingering in my heart, the rain stops five minutes after we park the car and walk into the park.

The coincidence guided by invisible hands feels especially romantic, and the instigator, too, seems satisfied with this outcome, making me unable to resist curling the corners of my lips.

MC: This almighty professor can even control the weather now.

Lucien: If I want to reach that level, I'm afraid I still need to make further efforts.

Lucien: But winning the race against the clouds does make me happy.

He speaks frankly, the tail end of his tone brisk, with even a hint of childlike satisfaction as he gently rubs my fingertips.

Seeing him like this, all I feel is fondness, and I feel happy too.

So I simply don't want to ask or to probe how he has done all of this.

It doesn't matter whether he's using scientific theory to run simulations and make predictions, using some powerful Evol, or really making a teru teru bozu in secret.

This brief period of clear sky that he has cherishingly placed in my hands is the only thing that matters.

Thinking this, I firmly clasp his hand.

MC: So it turns out my 'universe' is right here. Then I have to hold on tight and enjoy the energy he brings.

Lucien: Is it that exaggerated? Then I can't help but feel proud.

MC: It absolutely isn't an exaggeration, I'm just really happy.

Lucien: Being the reason for your happiness is the best thing that could happen to me.

Lucien: Since the weather is so nice, let's walk a bit more.

Sunshine streams through the gaps in the heavy clouds. Yet, I feel an inexplicable profound fullness, as if I’ve been thoroughly bathed by the sun.

The fresh fragrance of grass brushes past my face, mingling with the scent on Lucien’s body. As it flows along our interlocked palms, it feels as though I’ve also been dyed with the same scent.

We just keep chatting like this as we circle around the park in a big loop. It’s only when we reach the far end opposite the entrance that the rain starts to fall again in a fine, steady drizzle.

While considering whether to have dinner nearby and wait until the evening rush hour ends before slowly heading home, two slightly hurried footsteps suddenly emerge through the patter of rain.

I reflexively look toward the sound and see two red figures swaying into view, like vermilion bleeding through a patch of mist.

A couple dressed in wedding attire walks briskly past us, arm in arm under an oil-paper umbrella, and enters an inconspicuous stone-step path off to the side.

Despite their hasty steps and the way their fragmented conversation dissolves into the rain, I always feel as if I can see their smiling faces and hear their beautiful prayers.

In that fleeting moment of trance, it feels as if two similar figures cross time and overlap before my eyes.

I belatedly withdraw my gaze, turn my head, and notice that Lucien's line of sight also stops at the end of the verdant expanse.

Lucien: Looks like… we've walked to the vicinity of the Yue Lao Temple (Matchmaker Temple).⁸

Lucien: It's just that we usually take the main road over there.

Following the direction of his finger, I take a closer look. At last, I catch a glimpse of something familiar and catch a faint whiff of sandalwood, dampened by the summer rain.

Lucien: The temple should still be open at this hour. Want to take a walk around?

MC: Eh?

Lucien: I think a certain young lady would like this kind of coincidence.

That pair of beautiful brows and eyes curves up slightly; the way he says this sentence makes it feel more like an invitation.

MC: Mm, I like it.

MC: But it’s not just the coincidence that I like.

I smile as I extend my pinky and hook it around his fingertip.

MC: Maybe Old Man Yue Lao missed us, so he guided us along this invisible red thread and brought us here.

There aren’t many visitors on rainy days. After lining up to make an incense offering and pay respects to the Matchmaker God, we find a pavilion and sit down.

Dense drizzle trails along the edge of the eaves and drips onto the stone steps, while bronze bells hanging from the pavilion corridor seem suspended in ethereal silence.

Time slows down. In the distance, blue-gray smoke merges into the rain mist, casting a hazy shadow beneath the pale daylight.

I sit side by side with Lucien, listening to the rain and watching the little orange cat sleeping soundly in the corner.

MC: I wonder what the kitten is dreaming about.

Lucien: Maybe it's chasing a butterfly.

As if it hears the humans talking, the little cat suddenly twitches its ears. Then it shifts its position, squints its eyes comfortably, stretches out its paws, and sprawls its belly open.

Lucien: [chuckles] Looks like it caught it.

While speaking, he naturally interlocks his fingers with mine, making my eyes curve in fond amusement.

A branch of the peach tree in the backyard peeks into view. The wind stirs the red silk ribbons at its tip. Though they make no noise, I seem to hear countless beautiful and romantic sounds.

MC: Lucien.

A sudden, slightly out-of-the-blue question comes to mind, and I gently scratch his palm.

MC: Do you think the red ribbons we tied to the tree before are still there?⁹

As if not expecting me to ask this, he hesitates for a few seconds before speaking.

Lucien: I'm curious too. [chuckles] Let's go, who knows what kind of answer the world will give us.

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The peach tree is as tall as the one in my memory. It gently holds up countless red ribbons, overlooking these stories and participating in their happening.

There are people closing their eyes and devoutly making wishes. Some are tiptoeing toward the tips of the branches to tie red ribbons, and others are solemnly putting pen to paper at the nearby wish-writing table.

Time moves forward in silence, giving birth to countless changes, yet it also seems to leave behind some things that never change.

How strange, I've clearly been to the Matchmaker Temple several times before, but standing under the tree like this, it feels like it was already a long time ago.

I can't explain why it's today of all days, perhaps I simply want to take a look.

The peach tree, along its swaying shadows, still sheds unceasing water droplets. They glide along the ribbons, falling one after another as though in reply.

The rain has stopped again without our noticing. Fluttering ribbons replace sunset light buried in the clouds, lifting a heart-stirring flush of red.

Pulling Lucien along, I tilt my head up and circle the tree back and forth, my whole vision filled with swaying red.

Vivid red, hazy red, faded red—these are the heart-pounding colors on lovers' cheeks as they offer prayers and wishes.

After looking for a long time, it feels as though an afterimage has been seared onto my retina. I rub my eyes, and when I turn my head, I bump into a gaze that’s been fixed on me the whole time.

I feel embarrassed under his stare and reach out to poke the tip of his nose.

MC: Do you think I'm being a bit childish?

Lucien: Of course not.

Lucien: I was also seriously looking just now. It's just that...

He leans down, pressing close to my ear, and whispers.

Lucien: The elderly gentleman at the wish-writing desk seems to have taken us for strange folks. He's been glancing our way on and off several times.

Lucien: Honestly, I was just thinking about how I should explain to him if he got really curious and came over to us.

I blink and peek out from beside Lucien. Sure enough, I see the old gentleman he mentioned watching us with a cautious look on his face.

Imagining how we must look to others, I smile embarrassedly.

MC: Let's just say we're making a TV show and doing on-site research? Or maybe gathering material?

Lucien: [chuckles] Do we really need such a formal reason?

Lucien: I rather think the Matchmaker God would prefer our most genuine intentions.

Lucien smiles as he tucks a loose strand of my hair behind my ear.

Lucien: My beloved has a heart that is both pure and romantic. She wishes to take hold once more of the happiness and destined bond that belong to us.…¹⁰

Lucien: And I hope her wish will be fulfilled.

His voice is not loud, yet it carries a certain weight of cherishing care and heartfelt earnestness. Heavily it lands upon my heart, slowing and magnifying everything.

Thump-thump—a sound.

Thump-thump—another follows close behind.

I instinctively look back into those deep eyes and see all the colors in the world merging within them. Even the swaying, flowing red is wholly dyed in his color.

Through those eyes, I seem to have found what I have been searching for all along.

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—📝[Translation Notes and Insights]

⁸: It’s the same Matchmaker Temple they visited years ago in 不负相思意 SP (Bound by Love SP) Mind Quest. This temple is dedicated to Yue Lao (月老), also known as the Old Man Under the Moon, a deity in Chinese folklore who presides over love and marriage. The myth of the red thread of fate originates from him. He is said to connect destined couples with an invisible red thread, binding their fates together. Though the thread may stretch, tangle, or twist, it is said to never break, symbolizing a bond that defies time, distance, obstacles, and even death~

⁹: In temple tradition, couples tie red silk ribbons onto sacred trees, symbolizing the red thread of fate used by Yue Lao to bind destined lovers. This act is a prayer for eternal union and divine blessing. Lucien and MC follow this custom at the Matchmaker Temple in 不负相思意 SP (Bound by Love SP) Mind Quest. In traditional belief, when two people tie their red silk ribbons together on a sacred tree, it signifies “以树为媒，天地作证” — taking the tree as matchmaker, with heaven and earth as witnesses to their union. This transforms their simple act of tying ribbons into a sacred vow, witnessed by the universe and divine worlds.

A Love Not In Vain/Bound by Love SP MQ

¹⁰ : The original line is 我的爱人有一颗纯粹又浪漫的心,她想回握住一份属于我们的幸福和缘分...…There are three terms that I want to highlight:

我的爱人 (wǒ de àirén) literally means "my loved person"/"the one I love" (我的 = my/mine; 爱人 = love + person). From the 1950s to the 1990s in Mainland China, 爱人 was the common word for spouse. Today, it may sound somewhat old-fashioned and sentimental in daily speech, but it still conveys a long-term commitment, carrying the sense of 'the person I'll love for my whole life.' It can be translated as 'my beloved' in emotional contexts, but if you use it to introduce your partner (as Lucien does in other dates), people will assume you mean a spouse or at least a lifelong partner.

While I translate 幸福 (xìng fú) as 'happiness', it carries a deeper nuance than momentary joy. Unlike other happiness-related words such as 高兴 or 开心, which describe fleeting emotions, 幸福 refers to a lasting sense of fulfillment, contentment, or well-being, often tied to love, family life, or long-term emotional fulfillment. So the 'happiness' that MC wishes for leans closer to 'a blessed, fulfilling, and content life' rather than a temporary happiness🥺

缘分 (yuán fèn) is a concept rooted in a synthesis of Buddhist, Daoist, and Confucian thought. It refers to a predestined affinity that brings people together, yet also implies personal effort to maintain and deepen that bond. Linguistically, it consists of 缘 (yuán)— the karmic condition or circumstantial force that allows people to cross paths; not decreed by gods, but arising from causes and conditions (including past actions even in past lifetimes), and 分 (fèn)—which signifies voluntary effort, personal choice, or one's 'share' of the relationship. Unlike the passive Western notion of 'fate', yuánfèn encompasses both cosmic serendipity and human agency. I think translating it as 'destined bond' better captures its layered meaning: a relationship brought forth by unseen forces, but sustained through mutual intention and care.

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—[Memory Sillhouette-Tailored Luck]—

Even though he had already sat down in the driver's seat, Lucien still couldn't help but take another glance at the tablet screen before starting the car.

The tablet had been remotely connected to the computer in the laboratory and was currently transmitting radar echoes, short-term forecasts, and various meteorological data to him in real-time.

He specifically applied for temporary access from the meteorological research department, obtained partial data, and used it in combination with the Meteorological Administration’s technology to create a simple climate simulation model.

Considering that the closer it is to the target time, the more accurate the weather forecast becomes, he further increased the frequency of data refresh.

In fact, Lucien's goal was simple: to do everything possible to ensure he could truly 'capture' that brief window of clear sky during this extended rainy season.

That way, he could naturally share what felt like a destined bit of 'good luck' with her.

But when it came down to it, his 'Sunny-Weather Capture Plan' had actually been in effect for three or four days.

The last time he predicted the rain would stop, he had just gotten ready to head out when the weather suddenly turned against him, and the plan had to be called off.

The time before that, he had caught a window between rain clouds, but was unfortunately held up by an unexpected meeting.

If he missed the chance again this time, the next brief spell of sunshine wouldn’t arrive until the following week.

He had to admit, tailoring luck in a field he wasn't very familiar with turned out to be a bit more troublesome than he had imagined.

The lingering drizzle wouldn't stop, and of all times, a red light brought him to a halt again.

After a fleeting glance at the tablet and confirming the model again, Lucien's eyes drifted toward the low-hanging clouds, and he let out a soft sigh.

Lucien: [sighs] ...I should still make it in time.

He had always considered himself fairly patient, yet now, he found himself lightly tapping the steering wheel again and again.

The image of the girl’s smiling eyes flashed through his mind, followed by the plans he had prepared.

Lucien tried to tell himself that even if he didn't make it in time for the sunny weather, it didn’t matter. He had made thorough preparations anyway—

If it still rained, there was an umbrella with a jellyfish pattern in the trunk, which would most likely make her light up with delighted surprise.¹¹

Or he could simply turn the car around and take her to the plum garden he had booked to taste the freshly brewed plum wine.¹²

If all else failed… he could still pretend that he merely happened to be passing by because of some coincidence.

He would just drive her home, listen as she shared glimpses of her workday, and then, together, choose a movie suited for a rainy day.

He had crafted every possible contingency plan; each one certain to please her. But...

Lucien: [murmurs] If only the sky would clear up for a little while.

Lucien: Just a brief moment would be enough.

When it comes to things related to her, he always wants to be a little greedier.

Even this elusive luck, he longs to grasp it in his hands, polish it into a glittering gift with his heartfelt intentions, delicately adorn it with surprises, wrap it all up, and hold it out before her eyes.¹³

And receive in return her eyes instantly lighting up as she beams and throws herself into his embrace.

He smiled and sighed, not knowing whether this was the hundredth time he had gazed at his tablet during this stretch of time that was neither long nor short.

The model's predicted result remains unchanged; it still indicates that the overcast rain will briefly pause in an hour and a half.

This time, he didn't wait any longer. He lit up his phone and dialed her number.

Lucien: It's me. Is the shoot going well?

Lucien: Actually, I'm currently on my way to the set. I'll be there in a bit…

The green light turned on, and Lucien stepped on the accelerator again, moving forward along the lane.

Heading toward the clear sky belonging to him.

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—📝[Translation Notes and Insights]

Look at it moving gently and slowly, just like his-

¹¹: This is more of a trivia than a serious insight, I just find it really cute that jellyfish is one of the animals associated with him~ It appears as… ahem… euphemistic imagery during his 2023 flower banner. They also appear in the 2022 Lovepro X Shining Nikki Collab, his 2024 White Day R karma, and the 2023 summer event, where he purchased three Moon Jellyfish for their summer café. It is also creatively used again in euphemistic writing, as they do ‘this and that’ in the said café.

¹²: The plum wine is not just a sweet random idea and rather a direct callback to 山野之约 (Wilderness Date) - Official Translation | Fan-Translation, the one date where they pick green plums and taste sweet, spicy, and sour homemade plum wine in the summer of 2021 🥺 Probably just a small detail, but I want to point it out, because it makes it feel like every moment from the past matters, like all those memories, no matter how small they seem, shape who he is today, and how he continues to treasure them.

¹³: The way that line strongly echoes what MC said back in Sweet Dream Date (which, in the CN server, takes place in summer 2024) makes me want to cry (இ﹏இ`｡) He’s really someone who pays such tender attention, quietly cherishing every little fragment of her, even things that she doesn't say, polishing them with his heart then treasures them, and present them back to his beloved as if the universe itself had a hand in them. Every gift from him carries special meaning, and they are the very proof of his sincerest love for her🥺

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—Final Day - Living Room- Landing Upon the World (降落于世界)—

[T/N: About the Chapter Name+Small Analysis]

The chapter name is “Landing Upon the World” because it captures the emotional arc of Lucien’s transformation, from disconnection and detachment to presence and emotional grounding. For much of his life, he existed like an observer, maybe like a cloud floating above the world, untouched by its warmth or weight. And as we know from S2 Chapter 33, his senses being practically messed up due to the experiments he went through doesn’t help with that sense of disconnection.

But through her, he begins to feel again. Joy, pain, confusion, desire, unease… all the vivid contradictions that make a person truly alive. Yet it isn’t just her presence and how she makes him feels those things that brings him back to the world, it’s also her unwavering action: her choice to walk towards him, to love him again and again, to accept all that he is, with his flaws and all. Her constant love doesn’t just tether him as it gives him the courage to embrace everything that makes him human.

I love how this story carries forward the emotional journey of the 2024 Car UR [On Fire MQ] and Flavor Date deepening their meaning and giving them resolution (P.S. If you haven’t read them yet, please do! They will makes this hit even harder~)

If the 2024 Car UR is about living authentically by truly experience the world around you, make intentional choices true to oneself and one's values, participate in the present, and sincerely embrace and express the complex emotions from those experience, then this story becomes its natural continuation.

So anyway, before I go off on another tangent— does the story answer the question it asked at the start? Can they still be together without any purpose tying them together? The answer is yes, because when there’s no purpose left, what remains is the real him and her unwavering love for him, exactly as he is. That love becomes his landing place, giving him the courage to step into the world he once only watched from afar and to endure the rawness, pain, and messiness that come with truly being human.

MC: Hold on a second~

As soon as we step into the room, I press down on Lucien’s hand before he can turn on the light. Pretending to be mysterious, I hold out what I’ve been hiding in my pocket the whole time.

MC: This is the hidden prize from that event just now—

MC: For my most beloved Professor Xu, happy 7th anniversary~

The pink silicone heart-shaped lamp is dainty and adorable. With a gentle tap, the diffused soft light instantly envelopes us.

Lucien is stunned for a moment. But then, he smiles and ‘conjures’ a small lamp out of nowhere, identical to the one in my hand.

Lucien: Looks like my heart is sufficient enough to match the one in your hand.

Lucien: Happy 7th anniversary, MC.

The same pink glow merges together, the light and shadow of the two hearts sweep over us and fall onto the wall, intimately softens the silhouette of our leaning figures, making it look so ambiguous.

I can’t stop smiling as we exchange the hearts in our hands, as if sealing some kind of pact.

After placing the two hearts on the shelf, I curl up leisurely on the sofa. My gaze inadvertently sweeps over the photo wall, then returns to Lucien.

He brings two cups of rich hot cocoa from the bar counter, handing one of them to me. The dense, sweet aroma makes me instinctively let out a satisfied sigh.

MC: Seems like we've spent all our anniversaries outside these past years. It's been a long time since we just stayed at home like this.

MC: Suddenly, I feel that something simple like is really nice too.

Lucien smiles, then abruptly changes the subject.

Lucien: [chuckles] MC, do you still remember the question I asked you before?

Lucien: Now I want to give you the answer behind it.

The plot that follows is based on your answer. Before 7th Anniversary Event begins, in the “Go To See Him” feature, he asks: “What kind of world do you think is more beautiful?” You can choose to answer either: A. Vibrant and alive B. Simple and delicate

I think this question and his response are meant to reflect the ways he “records” his “world” which is you, and yet also the transformation in how he perceives and preserves the world around him ;-;

Also, if you haven’t read it yet, I highly recommend the Tidying Up date. Comparing this part to that date, you can really see how much he’s grown in his understanding of what it means to record and preserve memories.

[Option A: Vibrant and alive]

I thought I’d wait for him to continue talking, but unexpectedly, he gets up, lowers the projector screen, and turns off the lights in the house.

For a moment, only the white glow cast by the projector remains in the dim room.

Although I’m a little puzzled, I still watch patiently as he walks into the study and solemnly takes out his camera and tripod.

I think I know what Lucien’s about to do, so I unconsciously sit up a bit straighter.

Until he reaches his hand out to me.

Lucien: Miss, may I take a photo of you?

MC: Of course you may.

He leads me to sit on the chair at the center of the screen. Then he stands to my direct opposite and sets up the camera.

In a daze, I feel as if I’m in a simple photo studio.

Maybe it’s because it feels too formal. Watching Lucien adjusting the camera across from me, I inexplicably feel a bit embarrassed and can’t sit still.

MC: D-Do I just sit like this?

MC: Wouldn’t it look too stiff…? Should I hold a book and strike a pose with it? Or maybe stand up and walk a bit so you can catch a candid shot?

Lucien: No need to go through all that trouble.

Amused by me, Lucien lets out a laugh.

Lucien: MC, you just need to look at me the way you usually do.

Lucien: As for everything else, whether you’re sitting or standing, it doesn’t matter. You can do whatever you want to do.

I blink thoughtfully, my gaze instinctively turning toward him.

[Camera shutter sound] Click.

MC: …You already took it? I don’t think I was ready at all. Did I smile just now…?

Lucien: You did smile.

Lucien’s gaze stays on the camera, his pupils brimming with tender, lingering attachment.

Lucien: Before, taking photos was no different from memory to me. It recorded a moment in time, and I would also remember it.

Lucien: But now, it adds even deeper color to my memories.

He lifts his gaze, light and shadow envelop him, softening the lines of his face.

Lucien: Now, every present moment, every memory, it’s all you.

Lucien: [softly whispers] I no longer want this beauty to exist only as a freeze-frame in my memory.

[Option B: Simple and delicate]

T/N: I didn't choose this one, so there'll only be text😂 Sorry first instinct as his stans is to choose something colorful

I thought I’d wait for him to continue talking, but unexpectedly, he gets up, lowers the projector screen, and turns off the lights in the house.

Lucien turns and fetches his sketchbook and charcoal pencil from the study. The new, clean paper and well-sharpened tip look as if they were prepared long ago.

I faintly guessed what he’s about to do, and can’t help but secretly smile in my heart.

Even though I know there’s a good chance the question he asked a month ago left clues I could follow, I still never seem to guess how the answer will appear.

He continually stirs my anticipation and brings me delightful surprises.

Under my gaze, Lucien moves a chair directly across from me and carefully adjusts the direction of the lamp on the cabinet.

The soft light slowly falls, spilling toward me like a rising tide.

At last, he gives me a solemn bow.

Lucien: I wonder if I have the honor of inviting this lady to be my model?

MC: With pleasure~ What kind of pose would this gentleman like me to take?

Lucien: [chuckles] Anything is fine.

Lucien: You could even take a nap if you want.

MC: Pfft, that won’t do. I want to watch you~

After I speak, I flop around on the sofa for a bit before finally curling myself up into the coziest position.

The room quiets down for a moment, and only the soft rustle of the charcoal brushing against the paper can be heard.

I don’t dare to move too much, watching Lucien’s gaze drift repeatedly from the page to me, then back again.

Finally, I can’t help but speak in a low voice.

MC: Would it disturb you if we chatted?

Lucien: Not at all. On the contrary, it might even give me more inspiration. I might end up drawing you even more beautifully.

MC: You’re teasing me again.

Though I say that, a smile still unconsciously tugs at my lips.

While idly chatting with him, he occasionally narrows his eyes slightly and gazes at me for a few moments.

Then, he sketches in the air with the charcoal pencil, his gaze affectionately tracing the contours of my face.

It makes me vaguely feel as if I’ve been completely seen through by him.

Lucien: MC, I feel like my drawing skills have improved.

MC: Why do you say that?

Lucien: Maybe it's because there's a lot more emotion now.

Lucien: So much that it seems to look a little different from before.

Lucien pauses, his charcoal pencil sketching a few more strokes before stopping.

Lucien: For me, drawing is no longer about copying. Instead, it’s about placing the you in my heart onto the paper.

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I look at the ‘answer’ Lucien gives me, and can’t help but smile as bubbles of happiness gurgle up from the bottom of my heart.

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MC: [smiles brightly] If there were magic in this world, the whole room would be raining hearts by now~

MC: That way, you’d know just how happy I am right now.

Lucien gazes at me earnestly and lifts his hand to gently ruffle my hair.

Lucien: Actually, there’s one more thing I want to give you, though it might not be all that pleasant.

MC: [smiles tenderly] As long as it’s something you’ve given me, it will always be something that brings me happiness.

MC: So hurry and let me see it~

Those eyes gazing at me seem to surge with many emotions. After a brief moment of thought, he gets up, goes to the study to fetch something, and then pulls me over to the balcony.

Lights of ten thousand homes shine brilliantly while fine snowflakes drift down gracefully in abundance. The dazzling glow resembles scattered stars, lighting up the city’s outline.

On the large screen of a distant building, beating hearts are playing; countless colors are woven together, as if the entire city is immersed in a sea of love.

Lucien: MC, close your eyes.

I don’t question him and simply go along.

In the darkness, I feel the pad of his finger gently brush against my cheek as he puts something slightly cold on my face.

Lucien: [gently] Now… open your eyes.

His muffled voice comes from above. I open my eyes and freeze.

Gray spreads across the entire scene, like a faded old film, with all its vividness inexplicably covered by a layer of isolation and desolation.

I see a monochrome world.

MC: This is…

It's as if everything has suddenly quieted down, leaving only the clear light and shadow.

It is monotonous yet vivid, silent yet sensitive.

I don’t know how to describe everything I see, only that it feels like something is tugging at my nerves, making me unconsciously quicken my breath.

I blankly turn my head and see Lucien steeped in black and white.

He is shrouded in darkness, and his deep eyes now appear even more profound, as if pooled with ink too thick to diffuse.

I suddenly feel that, against this backdrop, he seems to bear a kind of inexplicable sorrow.

That wave of heart-wrenching pain that can’t be put into words wells up again from my throat, seeping into me along with the warmth of his body.

Lucien: [inhales… then softly whispers] MC, I want to tell you what you’ve brought me.

He slightly lowers his head, raises his hand, and gently touches my chest.

I vaguely feel my heart pounding more distinctly, as if an even more searing warmth is slowly flowing into my heart through his fingertips.

In this monochrome world, he looks as if he is willingly surrendering with his whole heart.¹

I don’t know why, but I feel a certain kind of pain.

The pain is faint, yet it’s everywhere. I can vividly feel it, but I don’t know what to do with it.

I open my mouth almost instinctively.

MC: I... have I brought you pain?

Lucien: [with an absolutely tender tone] Yes, but it’s not just that.

He lifts his head to gaze into the depths of my eyes, his ink-dark pupils alight with flickering luminescence.

Lucien: You make me stand on solid ground again.²

Lucien: [so soft and hoarse, as if holding back a flood of emotions] You make me...

Lucien: [x2] Experience so many things I can’t even describe.

Lucien: [x3] Tangled emotions, hesitation, unease, and even more painful torment. I try to get used to them, to accept them, even to explore and learn from them.

Lucien: [x4] But for me, these are very difficult.

His voice is so soft, I can’t help but reach out and cup his cheeks, as if this way I’m touching him even more truly and tangibly.

MC: Then, aren’t you willing?

Lucien: [solemnly, as if accepting proposal] I do.³

In this monotonous world, Lucien’s eyes still appear strikingly bright.

Lucien: It’s a pity... but I do.

He repeats it in a low voice, as if saying it to himself.

Lucien: There were many times in the past when I felt those things I didn’t know, as well as the scenes I had always only been observing…

Lucien: It’s you who lets me touch them more truly.

Lucien: Even though I don’t consider them important, they opened up my horizons and let me see more beauty.

Lucien: But MC… the truth is, I was wrong.

Lucien pauses.

Lucien: What makes them beautiful... is you.

Lucien: Even if it’s painful, even if it leads to destruction, the one I’ve always wanted to meet has only ever been you.

And so the world gains color. And so all things grow flesh and blood. And so everything becomes both intricate and blind, both cautious and chaotic.

From this moment on, the world rewrites its rules — and from this moment on, he opens his eyes.

Lucien: I always believed that even if it was full of pain and destruction, I wouldn’t regret meeting you.

Lucien: But now my answer is different.

Lucien: Do you know what that is?

MC: …What that is?

Lucien: If I could meet you… I’d be willing to face all the pain and destruction.⁴

Lucien: Even if this process may be long and arduous, even if it means redefining everything.

The moment the words descend, he takes off my glasses.

Fireworks fly in all directions, and colors pour into my world like a waterfall.

Countless vivid and intense traces burn and bloom before my eyes; the dazzlingly colorful world nearly takes my breath away.

Lucien holds my hand and stops it over his chest.

An equally blazing frequency presses against my fingertips, and I seem to forget the pain.

Lucien: This is what you’ve given me.

Lucien: A life that is both beautiful and real.

Lucien: You make me feel pain, but you also make me forget the pain. Perhaps the pain always exist, but you gently cover everything related to it.

Lucien: You’ll embrace me and let me keep on existing.

Through tear-blurred eyes, I throw myself into the arms that seem to have been waiting for a long time.

At this moment, I know what I’m holding on to.

Those moments of joy and sorrow, tenderness and unease, whether they carry yearning and dreaming or hesitation and apprehension.

All of these were bestowed upon me by Lucien, and only Lucien alone could have given them to me.

MC: Then please let me exist too.

MC: That way, I can bring more and more beautiful things before your eyes, because I still want to let you see an even more wonderful world.

Lucien: Did I also let you exist?

MC: You’re so foolish, Lucien.

I put a bit of distance between us and look at him earnestly.

MC: You’ve long quietly left so many traces on me, ones I can’t wipe away no matter how hard I try. They’ve made me feel like I’ve become…

MC: A person both influenced by you and wanting to influence you.

MC: In this aimless life, I so deeply wanted to love you that I became a full version of myself.

You behold both the good in me and the cracks. You fill them, and you makes me grow further.

Let this ride through life that has not been given meaning become filled with bright colours and shadowed light.

Behind us, fireworks fill the sky; brilliant starlight falls into our gaze as we look into each other’s eyes. Amid the noise, I know he hears my voice clearly.

MC: Lucien, you have bestowed too much of me.⁵

MC: I may not know what the future will be like, nor do I know whether I can have what people call a perfectly fulfilled life.

MC: But if I really am lucky enough to have it, it must be because of your existence.

Lucien: It seems… we’re the same.

MC: [laughs] Of course we’re the same.

My love for you holds all the colors and all the powers.⁶ I want to touch beauty that’s even more real and vivid with you.

This exact love, I want to keep it forever and I hope I can love you like this for the rest of my life.

MC: We’ve now walked through seven years together. How about you tell me that answer yourself seventy years from now?

Lucien: That’s a beautiful hypothesis.

MC: But in the future, it will become the reality that Professor Xu brings to me.

The colors blooming all across the sky are reflected in Lucien’s eyes, yet it feels as if they are lit up only by his gaze.

Lucien: With your expectation, I will surely become the sole definer of this truth.

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MC: Lucien, I feel like I’ve received so, so much love.

MC: You and this world together have given me so many gifts.

Lucien: But you… are the reason everything happens.

As he speaks, Lucien gets up, walks through the living room, and steps onto the balcony. The night, heavy with haze, shimmers with distant specks of light, merging into one with him.

He quietly gazes at me, as if the whole world, too, casts the same gaze upon me at this moment.

I instinctively walk over and step into the same stroke of moonlit night with him.

Lucien: [very, very softly] Look, you’re here.

Lucien: It’s only because you’re here that I can give all of this to you.

Lucien takes my hand, as if he himself is the one receiving the gift.

Lucien: It may be a bit corny, but for me, this special event isn’t over yet.

Lucien: There’s still one more heart you haven’t found.

I’m stunned for a moment, but when I look into those profound eyes, something instantly clicks in my mind.

MC: That’s true, did I keep you waiting for a long time?

Lucien: [chuckles and whispers tenderly] Mm, it has been a long wait.

Within that smile, I instinctively place my palm over his chest.

Lucien: Ever since long ago, because of you, I’ve begun to feel its beating.

Lucien: It is easily influenced by you. Look, just like now, it already slips out of my control only because of your touch.

Lucien: But now I really like this ‘loss of control’, and I like the changes you bring to it.

Lucien: MC, thank you for loving me.

Under the moonlight, Lucien is both devout and serene, as if consecrating all his yearning to a certain kind of truth.

Lucien: Thank you… for accepting my heart.

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[Lux's little ramble]

OKAY SO, before anyone grabs their pitchforks and says this doesn’t count as him confessing he’s colorblind, it does count as one. Instead of just saying "I’m colorblind", he shows her his world: the dull, black and white reality he lives in, and how her love and presence brings color into them. From the context, she gets exactly what he means. He doesn’t need to spell it out and imo letting her feel what he feels is way more raw and real than just saying the words.

He lets her feel the emptiness, the pain, and how that pain gets gently covered because she’s there. He lets her... feel what her presence and love bring to his world whether the ache, the warmth, the yearning, the dreaming... just, everything that comes with being alive. And he’s willing to choose that pain and the destruction of self, over and over again, just for the chance to meet her, to see and feel a world made alive, colored, and redefined by her ಥ_ಥ. He grows human flesh and finally opens his eyes, because with destruction there is also rebirth and renewal that only she can give him.

Anyway, that’s all I wanted to say for this final day emotional ramble. Thank you for reading and here are the translation notes and bonus Moments at the end if anyone still wants to dive deeper ahah.

[T/N]

¹: The original line is 单色的世界里,他看起来像是在心甘情愿地投降。心甘情愿 is a deeply emotional phrase in Chinese that goes beyond simply being “willing.” It means to accept something wholeheartedly and gladly, with no regret or resistance even if the action involves sacrifice, pain, or surrender. So, his heart is not only willing to surrender, but embraces it fully.

²: The original line is 你让我重新站在了大地上。大地上 literally means “on the earth” or “on solid ground,” but it carries a deeper metaphorical weight. This word suggests regaining emotional, mental, or spiritual stability; feeling grounded and real again after a period of drifting and detachment. It stands in contrast to feeling disconnected or suspended, as if floating above life, or maybe for him like an ‘immortal’ observing everything from above. For someone like him who had once been emotionally distant and detached from the world her presence restores his sense of humanity and emotional footing. She becomes the anchor that reconnects him to reality, bringing his once-isolated existence back down to the world of the living. In doing so, she also makes him real. Not just present, but fully alive. This line also uses 重新 (literally “afresh”), which carries nuances beyond just mechanical ‘again’ as it implies a sense of rebirth, renewal, and transformation.

³: 我愿意。Literally means “I’m willing” but in CN it’s also the equivalent of saying “I do” in wedding vows or when accepting a proposal. It’s like he’s saying, “I’m ready to accept everything for you” even the pain, the entanglement, the confusion, and the hesitation that come with being human.

⁴: The two lines may seem similar, but they in fact reflect a progression in Lucien's emotional state, from resigned acceptance of pain and desctruction as inevitable in love, to a devoted willingness to embrace pain and destruction for the chance to meet you. Though close in theme, they differ in both grammatical structure and emotional framing.

“尽管会痛苦，哪怕会毁灭，那个我想要遇见的，从来都只有你” (Even if it’s painful, even if it leads to destruction, the one I’ve always wanted to meet has only ever been you.) is a declarative sentence expressing that he has always wanted to you and only you, regardless of pain or destruction and won’t regret it.

In contrast, “如果可以与你相遇……我愿意迎接所有的痛苦与毁灭” is a hypothetical conditional that expresses a longing for something not guaranteed. It conveys a willingness: if meeting you were possible, he would choose to endure all the pain and destruction. It’s a willing sacrifice, because of how meaningful meeting MC would be.

⁵: 许墨,你赋予了太多的我。(Lucien, you have bestowed too much of me.) might sounds like a typo but it’s not. The nuance isn’t that he gave her too many things, this line means that through his love, presence, and influence, he’s given her so many experiences, courage, and feelings that they’ve shaped so much of who she is. Just as she makes him real and exist, much of who she is exists because of him. Love is indeed mutual shaping and nurturing 🥺

⁶: MC’s line here references an excerpt from a letter Albert Camus wrote to Maria Casares on December 23, 1952. Fun fact: for Lucien’s birthday last year, Lucien recommended a book by the same author “The Stranger”

English translation: Well, it's 7PM. I will go to the streets. It's my favourite time in the city. The shops are filled with neon lights that could make the eyes of a blind man pop and on the crowded street a gigantic paseo (walkway) unfold. One can feel alone, supported and naive there. I'd love you. Ah, I didn't tell you that your last letter about resurrection had poured joy and fire into me. I love you too, my valiant one, with a love that has all the colors, all the powers; both mindful and blind, wise and lawless. What would I do without you? The courage that I so desperately need, that I am sometimes so close to losing, how could I have it in a life you deserted? Yes, stay by my side and let's do what we couldn't do alone. Soon, soon, with my arms around you, we will move forward together.

Write to me (until morning of 27th) and tell me everything I ceaselessly yearn for. I love you.

Big thanks to Belle from Discord for translating this letter’s excerpt and letting me include it here~💕 A love that holds all the colors and all the strength, both mindful and blind, wise and wild, is exactly the kind of love his writers are painting here🥺

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Moments- The World’s Embrace (世界的拥抱)

QwQ the way he happily refers to her as the world here makes me SOB. He’s happy to be embraced by his world.

Lucien post: I am embraced by the world.

MC: Then I am—about to be embraced by the world~

Lucien reply to MC: From the next second on, never ever let go.

Lucien post: I am embraced by the world.

MC: Haha, how could the world be this small!

Lucien reply to MC: When you appeared, you had already defined the size of the world.

Lucien post: I am embraced by the world.

MC: Then I will give you all the happiness and truth!

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—Day 3 - Old City District - Dusk Snows of Bygone Days (旧时黄昏雪)—

T/N: Contains references from his 6th birthday date- Reunion Date, which has been released in EN. BUT, you might miss important details if you're not careful! On that date, it's subtly revealed that the empty lot where his childhood home once stood has been developed into a newly built hospital, and Lucien has been collaborating with that hospital, donating two trees perhaps for his parents:”. With this context in mind, the location that MC and Lucien visit this time is actually what used to be his childhood neighborhood~

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The narrow alley stretches deep, dappled with tree shadows.

The verdant Boston ivy climbs up the exterior walls of the residential building, while the red bricks fade and peel under the passage of time. The traces of time are vividly visible here, brimming with vitality.

Lucien: I've been to the hospital so many times before, but I've never been here.

Lucien's voice is soft, blending into the warm and bustling atmosphere of everyday life.

He holds my hand as we walk along the winding streets, gazing curiously and somewhat nostalgically at the old houses around us.

The vibrant and rich array of small stalls beckons, selling a variety of traditional handicrafts, while the steaming hot snacks fill the air with their appetizing aroma.

The elderly living along the street leave their doors open as they sit in recliners and listen to music. And in the distance, a child from an unknown household repeatedly practices playing the piano.

Over the past few days, Lucien and I have visited many places, experiencing the liveliness of the city's different facets and discovering all kinds of magical and beautiful hearts.

It just so happens that Lucien is going to that newly built hospital today for a periodic follow-up, so he pulls me along to come with him.

On the way here, he briefly told me about the progress of this project.

The hospital officially opened in the first half of this year, and everything is gradually getting on track.

Although he described the technical support he provided as if it were effortless and naturally expected, I know he didn’t have to do so much.

The heart-shaped parking marker guides us to a steady stop. Looking at the white building, my heart feels a bit lighter.

After Lucien finishes his work, we plan to take a walk around the area. At a certain intersection, we simultaneously look toward a direction that seems somewhat unfamiliar.

Strolling and stopping along the way, we leisurely wander into the old city district.

The world is very quiet—we had just caught sight of the arrow of time moving forward, but at this moment, time takes on a sepia-like amber hue.

MC: Lucien, haven’t you been here before?

Lucien: Not that I can remember.

Despite his words, his gaze faintly lingers on the surroundings, as if trying to catch a glimpse of a trace that might have been overlooked in the depths of his memory.

But after a moment, he still shakes his head.

Lucien: The colors are different, and the structure of the houses isn’t quite the same.

Lucien: But it’s very similar.

His words are spoken vaguely, yet I seem to understand them somehow.

Perhaps it is like an afternoon from the past, like sunlight cast by a passing cloud, or like a moment of turning back to look at the house while standing in the yard.

In a trance, I seem to see that small hill covered with flying golden osmanthus again. In the distance, a little boy stands on a balcony, gazing out at a farther and larger world.

Suddenly, a faint smear of red seems to catch my eye at the corner of the wall. Perhaps it's a conditioned reflex from recently collecting hearts, so I hurriedly walk over.

I crouch down for a closer look and find what looks like a hand-drawn heart, though its color is a bit faded.

MC: Lucien, come here quickly.

I turn around and wave at Lucien.

MC: This event is truly impressive. Even in an old neighborhood like this, so many hearts have been 'secretly' hidden, waiting to be found by people.

Lucien: [softly] Yes, it is truly impressive.

Lucien lowers his gaze to where my finger is pointing, crouches down as well, and raises his hand to gently stroke the wall with delicate care.

Lucien: However, this seems to be a mark from a long time ago.

MC: Are you talking about this heart?

Lucien: I think it used to be more than just a heart.

His fingertips trace along the edge of the heart, extending outward, and it’s only then that I notice faint, hidden colors concealed within the deep and shallow grooves of the wall.

Lucien: [in a quiet, nostalgic tone] This... must have been a garden.

Lucien: The blossoming flowers would attract butterflies, and there was probably a small fountain in the center, with wooden benches placed in the corners.

Lucien: In the afternoon, sunlight would pass through here… perfectly through the fountain's water, cascading down.

Lucien: It would’ve been the most beautiful time of the day.

My gaze follows the movement of his fingertips, and the scene he describes seems like rippling water waves, slowly spreading before my eyes.

I imitate his actions, reaching out to trace on the weathered wall as he does.

MC: I guess this is the sky and white clouds. Beside the bench, there should be a large tree with lush branches and leaves, where little birds would perch.

The weathered mark appears to have been repainted with color because of us. As we talk, we unknowingly smile at the same time.

We seem a bit childish like this, but there’s nothing wrong with being childish.

This “gift” left behind by time happens to show up here in the shape of a heart, inexplicably making me feel both warm and a little heavy in my heart.

Who left behind this mark? And with what feelings did they draw it? Would it be as colorful as we imagine?

MC: Lucien, will taking a picture of this count?

Lucien: I don’t know either, but it doesn’t matter.

Yes, it doesn’t matter at all.

In the end, I still use my phone to capture this uniquely special heart.

The sunset silently rolls in, adding a sense of tranquility to the old city district.

Lucien and I continue walking forward. We see an elderly man holding a teacup as he packs up the mahjong table. We hear the sounds of clattering pots and pans.

The children playing hopscotch in the square wave goodbye, while a small figure remains on the ground, fully absorbed in drawing something.

After her mother’s repeated calls, she finally runs off reluctantly.

A gust of wind lifts the paper she had forgotten on the ground, and Lucien raises his hand to catch it—

The past will inevitably march into the present, and the present's scenery will bloom into flowers that welcome the future.

Lucien: Looks like we’ve unexpectedly acquired another new heart.

MC: Yeah, we’re especially lucky today.

MC: We don’t even need to intentionally look for hearts, they will come to us on their own~

Lucien curves his lips into a smile, his gaze tracing the drawing on the paper in his hand for a long time, until all the colors melt into the depths of his eyes.

Lucien: Looks like I need to try harder; I can’t let them surpass me.

I smile and am just about to say something when I suddenly see a small gleam of white land on top of his head.

MC: ...It’s snowing again!

Lucien and I tacitly look up, letting the snowflakes fall on our faces. To my surprise, I don’t feel cold at all.

There’s even a sense of warmth welling up in my heart, making me feel especially content and fulfilled.

MC: Let’s leave a heart there too, as a gift for whoever is destined to see it.

MC: Hmm... how about making a heart shape out of the snow once it gets heavier?

Lucien: That might take a long wait.

MC: That's also true. I wonder when the snow will get a little heavier?

Lucien: When will that be, indeed?

His words don't really sound like a question.

Understanding his meaning, I grab his hand and start running.

MC: Then let’s wait and see~

Snowflakes flutter about like tiny fragments of starlight, and before we know it, everything around us is coated in a crystalline white.

MC: Oh!

I suddenly think of something and stop my bouncing footsteps.

MC: I’ve thought it through… when we finish making that heart-shaped snow sculpture, I’ll still give it to you. I can’t bear to give it to anyone else.

Lucien smiles, fragments of light and shadow brushing past his dampened hair tips before settling into his beautiful eyes.

Lucien takes my hand and twirls me around, our rhythmless steps feeling like a dance, yet also like a leisurely walk.

In the slightly dizzying world, his deep eyes feel like my only anchor, making me fall into them just by looking at him.

Falling snow is romantic, and waiting for snow is romantic too.

When his lowered gaze sweeps past my feet, he smiles even more happily.

The next moment, soft and delicate snowflakes condense in his palm—

and I see a tiny, ice-crystal-like heart.

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—Day 4- Loveland Plaza - When I suddenly look back(当蓦然回首)—

Subbed Video (Turn on CC!)

In case the video player doesn't work/show up here's the link.

Love is choosing each other, again and again, even when we’re not sure where the road will lead. And the BGM couldn’t be more perfect in conveying that as it comes from 5th-anniversary special theatre“The many choices of life” video.

Transcript

Walking to the foot of the tall TV tower, I can’t help but take a deep breath.

Fine snowflakes drift silently, and the towering tip of the tower is completely submerged in the ink-colored night sky, leaving only the faint signal lights.

One hour ago.

Lucien and I had dinner, then took a stroll along the riverside. In the distance, we spotted the Ferris wheel above the downtown mall, its heart-shaped lights shimmering on the river’s surface.

So, we changed our route and arrived at Loveland Plaza. Many shops in the commercial district were hosting spin-off games related to the "Heart Hunting" event. The crowd was bustling, and the atmosphere was lively and festive.

The ferry, adorned with heart-shaped colorful lights, swayed gently on the river. The evening breeze blew softly as the entire city appeared as bright as daylight.

Just as we were about to find a good spot to sit and enjoy the night view, Lucien's phone suddenly rang.

Lucien: ...Alright, I’ll come over now.

MC: What's wrong?

Lucien: The researcher on duty today identified potential outliers while analyzing the data, which could lead to bias in the results.

Lucien: It’s not a big issue, but I need to verify it.

I nod in understanding and gently push him toward the elevator entrance.

MC: Go on, My Great Professor~ I'll be strolling around nearby while waiting for you. Take your time. There's no need to rush.

Lucien: [chuckles] Okay, I'll be back soon.

Lucien takes off his scarf and wraps it around my neck. His scent and warmth instantly envelop me, making my heart melt with softness.

I watch his silhouette gradually disappear around the corner, right until a fleeting flash of white light catches my eye.

But that flash of light quickly blends into the colorful glow of the city.

Pfft! This person really knows how to cheat, using his superpowers almost like the Anywhere Door.

I tighten the scarf around my neck and glance at my surroundings. Thinking it’s better to save the fun shops for when Lucien comes back, I walk over to the observation deck instead.

=Flashback ends=

Basking in the river breeze, I gaze out at the night view.

The city's buildings soar into the sky. Amidst several buildings of similar heights in the distance, I see a familiar tower among them.

….It seems that the tallest building in Loveland City is being gradually overtaken.

Somehow, a complex emotion inexplicably grows in my heart. By the time I come back to my senses, I’ve unknowingly walked to the foot of the TV tower.

The city is growing slowly, and so am I.

The memories from that time still seem vivid, but the emotions I once thought would be imprinted for a long time have long since faded without me even realizing it. What remains is merely a name that belongs to the memories.

It appears inadvertently, making me feel those emotions in all their rawness once again.

A faint swirl of emotions hits me, yet I feel fortunate.

Scattered snowflakes melt within the warmth of my breath, and the world is veiled in a vast expanse of hazy mist.

I blink, and as I turn my head, I see a familiar figure.

A streetlamp casts a half-light, half-shadow over Lucien’s body. He stands a few steps away from me, quietly watching me.

The surrounding brilliant neon lights seem to be kept at a distance, isolated from him. His whole being seems to completely merge with the darkness of the night as if he has been this way from beginning to end.¹

Strangely, my mind is blank at this moment. I’m not thinking about anything and just looking at him.

I clearly see his eyes, see his slightly messy hair, and see his Adam’s apple move unconsciously.²

I see him utterly unconcealed, with a faint trickle of tension showing through.

I don’t know how long Lucien has been standing like this, nor how he knows I’m here.

I only find that everything before me makes me feel a sense of surrealness.

For a while, neither of us says a word, as if by tacit understanding, we’re both unwilling to break this moment’s silence.

MC: Lucien.

Lucien: MC.

Like a fountain pen that paused for a long time on a piece of blank paper, it finally bleeds through, pooling into a blot of ink.

I take a step closer to him.

MC: [smiles softly] If time turned back to a few years ago, would the you from back then have possibly made a different choice?

Lucien: I would.

He pauses, his tone still detachedly calm.

Lucien: If I said that, would you trust me?

I can’t help but laugh.

Yes, this is just how Lucien is. Perhaps it's also just how Ares is.

MC: What about you now?

Lucien doesn't say a word, but instead walks straight toward me.

That distant and blurry figure seems to pass through him and overlap with him, along with all the versions of him from the years we've spent walking together.³

Now, he stands before me, real and tangible.

Lucien: And what about you?

Lucien: Would you have wanted me to make a different choice?

MC: I don’t know.

I shake my head and answer truthfully.

MC: This question… I’ve asked myself more times than I can count, so much that I ended up unable to find an answer.

MC: If I had to answer, I feel like I both want it and don’t want it.

MC: It’s like, even though I asked you this question, I didn’t really want an answer all that much.

MC: Or rather... no matter what your answer is, the me right now can wholly accept it.

MC: Because I trust you, because I love you, because you are Lucien.⁴

The snow had stopped at some unknown point, and a light mist lingered before my eyes.

MC: Was that foolish of me to say?

Lucien: Mm. Very foolish.

MC: ...I thought you’d say, ‘How could that be?’ Why aren't you teasing me this time?

Lucien uncharacteristically doesn't answer right away, as if he's weighing something.

Lucien: Perhaps I don’t want there to be a day in the future when you look back on this moment, and the first thing you remember is a playful remark of mine

MC: You were thinking that far ahead just now?

Lucien: Every moment related to you is always like this.

He says it naturally, as if it were some kind of established fact.

Lucien: Only after a very long time did I realize...…

Lucien: Because of you, I came to feel that freely imagining the future is a beautiful thing. What’s even better is that you happen to be part of it.

Lucien: But expectation births unease, and longing fosters blindness.

Lucien: So I became greedy. And became cowardly.⁵

Lucien: Truth is, it's never an easy thing for me to analyze myself. I’m also really not good at dealing with those complex and contradictory emotions.

His voice wafts down to my heart’s surface, light as air, yet sinks with deep heaviness.

I rarely see this side of Lucien, who’s not so effortlessly at ease and even somewhat clumsy in a candid way.

This unexpectedly makes me feel a bit at a loss, as if something is surging in my chest, ready to burst out at any moment.

Lucien: MC, do you know? You've given me tremendous courage.

Lucien: You've made me firmly believe that no matter what I choose, you will always walk toward me.

I earnestly gaze back at him, wanting to freeze this moment of him in my eyes, to the point that my nose suddenly stings with a sour ache, and my voice trembles slightly as I begin to speak.

MC: Then what if I walk very slowly, accidentally get lost, or encounter obstacles?

Lucien: I will find a way to guide you, and then walk toward you.

MC: Aren’t you worried I might run away?

Lucien: [chuckles] I’m not worried.

Lucien: Because you wouldn’t do that. If you did, you wouldn't be MC.

I can’t help but lift the corners of my lips, and then I see my reflection in Lucien’s pupils, crying and laughing at the same time.

The tumultuous heart finds its home, and suddenly, I understand what this feeling is.

It is a feeling of being completely seen through, understood, accepted, and loved.

Love is mutual nurturing and mutual upbearing. We become each other's weak spot and also all of each other’s strength.⁶

I suddenly think of something, wordlessly retreat several steps back, then run with all my strength and throw myself into Lucien’s arms.

MC: Lucien, everything you said is right.

MC: No matter what happens, I’ll work hard to run toward you. So you must always catch me firmly and hold me tightly, just like this.

The arm encircling me tightens without leaving a trace, and though he says nothing, I feel as if I can still hear his muffled response against my shoulder.

After a long while, I lift my head from Lucien’s chest, and my lowered hand gently hooks around his finger.

MC: Do you still remember that you owe me something?

Lucien: I’ve never forgotten.

He answers with certainty.

Lucien: Next year, let’s go fly a kite.

MC: Mm!

The sound of the bell tower striking the hour comes from afar; the lights of the TV tower suddenly go out, and the world feels as if only we remain.

In the darkness, I see Lucien’s eyes even more clearly.

I raise my hand and place it over his ear, longingly caressing it.

MC: Even though we said this “trip” don’t have a purpose, just going to experience…

MC: But I think I still found something magical.

Lucien: What is it?

MC: …It is the real world.

Warm sunshine, drifting snowflakes, the air we breathe, vivid people…

and a heart that’s both beautiful and complex.

In the moments when I'm not bound by any purpose, I come to feel the world and you more truly.

Lucien presses his palm against my hand, as if it were an intimate embrace.

Lucien: [calls softly] MC.

Lucien: It’s you… who makes me real.

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[Small Analysis]

Remember what I said about the core question : Can they truly stay together if there’s no ‘purpose’ pushing them to meet? And what will this purposeless journey bring them?

Up to this point, we already have some answers. Yes. Even without any ‘purpose’, he still comes to her (Day 1). Yes. Even without any ‘purpose’, she’ll choose him again and again, and even if she were to get ‘lost’, he would find a way to guide her back to him (Day 4). Yes. Because even the small detail of them finding hearts without looking for them in Day 3 reinforce that love keeps happening without needing an outside push. On this purpose-free journey, they find joys and meaning in the small mundane things (Day 1+ Day 3), and she sees the real him more clearly than ever. From his endearing fear that makes him so genuinely human (Day 2), to the deeper, more complex feelings that loving her brings out and the way she makes him more 'real' (Day 4).

[Long Translation Notes Ahead~]

¹: This line is interesting because the original line is “周遭璀璨的霓虹灯仿佛被他隔绝在外,他 整个人像是完全融入夜色,好像他从始至 终都是这样的。” which literally means:

“The surrounding brilliant neon lights seem isolated outside by him, his entire being/person appearing completely merged into the night’s darkness as if he has always been like this from beginning to end”

With Lucien as the passive subject (被), implying that all this time he instinctively isolated himself from light and blends into the darkness… as if he has always belonged there.

²: The repetition of “看到” (kàndào – “to see”) is so satisfying here: though her mind is blank, she sees, she perceives everything about him with clarity, peeling his vulnerability (eyes, messy hair, sliding adam’s apple) layer by layer. She sees him in his entirety and he made no attempt to disguise himself (毫不掩饰 from the next line “看到他毫不掩饰,泄露出的一丝紧绷。”).

³: 那道遥远又模糊的身影好像穿过了他,又 好像与他重叠,与我们相伴而行的很多年 的时光一起。literally means “That distant and blurry figure seems to pass through him, and also seems to overlap with him, alongside the years we’ve spent walking together.” I interpret this as all the versions of him (whether from that distant past or the years they’ve spent together since) overlapping and converging into the real, tangible person now standing before her.

⁴: 因为相信你,因为爱你,因为你是许墨。(Because I trust you, because I love you, because you are Lucien.) is using threefold structures (三叠句) which are classic in Chinese poetry. This gives her words a timeless, vow-like quality. I just love this line so much QwQ, the way this line moves from what MC does (trust), to what she feels (love), to what she recognizes (his being), it’s a declaration of her unconditional love and complete acceptance for him.

⁵: 期待会诞生不安,渴望会滋生盲目。所以我变得贪心,也变得胆怯。(lit: expectation will give birth to unease, and longing will foster blindness. Thus, I became greedy and lacking courage.)

These lines are Lucien opening up about his messy, humanly flawed part of him that he never expected to face, how the more he starts looking forward to future with her in it, the more anxious he feel. How his desire isn’t just a simple want anymore, it’s a deep longing that clouds his judgment, making him blindly ignore logic and potential risks just to be close to her. And as a result of this transformation, he became greedy (wanting more and more of her, maybe more than he feels he deserves), and yet also cowardly (not in a physical sense, but terrified of losing her, of messing things up, or maybe even the sheer intensity of his own feelings and longings). Yet after being with her for so long, after being firmly chosen by her, again and again, he finds courage too: the steady belief that she’ll always choose to walk to his side.

⁶: 爱是相互造就,相互托举,我们会是彼此 的软肋,也是全部的力量。There are some words that can’t be quite directly translated so I’ll break it down one by one

造就 (zào jiù) literally means "create/shape" This word suggests deep influence and growth through the relationship. It goes beyond surface-level shaping as it's about transforming, inspiring, and nurturing one another into better, more complete versions of themselves.

托舉 (tuō jǔ) consists of two words: 托 (tuō) to cradle or support from below, like a palm gently holding something fragile, conveying attentive care and stability and 举 (jǔ), to lift or elevate upward. Together (“tuō jǔ”) means the act of supporting with care and reverence; not merely “lift,” or “support” but “to carefully uphold and elevate” whether literally or metaphorically (mentoring, nurturing growth).

軟肋 (ruǎn lèi) literally refers to the rib cartilage in the human body, specifically the lower ribs (7th–10th) that are less protected by muscle and more susceptible to injury. It acquired a deeply emotional meaning signifying a person or relationship so cherished and loved that it becomes both a source of strength and a profound vulnerability. English metaphors like "Achilles' heel" don't carry the same emotional tenderness and while “soft spot” is sometimes used in Englibsh, it lacks the connotation of exploitable danger inherent in “软肋”.

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Due to time constraints, I wasn’t able to fully subtitle this story, but I did sub two of the most important parts. I truly hope you’ll take the time to watch those videos. The bgm is perfectly matched, and the voice acting is absolutely phenomenal~

Or, if you'd like to simply follow along the voice acting while reading my translation and notes, you can also watch it [here].

[Prologue]

For more context, at the start of the prologue, MC announced the start of the company’s annual leave, which coincides with Loveland City’s “爱在有你的城市” event. During this event, the entire city is transformed into a love-themed festival, complete with decorations, photo spots, and a heart/love-hunting challenge~

The tail lights grow brighter, casting a hazy red glow over the evening rush hour. The taxi slows to a stop as I look out the window. Just ahead, the next intersection marks the location of the research institute.

My phone suddenly vibrates. It’s my recent collaborator on the line.

Collaborator: Miss Producer, regarding the project topic we discussed earlier, a relevant expert recommended someone to us.

Collaborator: Coincidentally, you should be pretty familiar with that professor.

I have a vague premonition about what’s coming, yet the moment I hear that name, I still can’t help but smile.

There are always some coincidences that are romantic and defy reason. They appear on the most ordinary of commutes like a gift casually handed over by the world.

MC: No problem, I’ll go invite him to join our show.

Perhaps because of this work phone call, I feel that picking up my boyfriend from work has gained some "not-so-innocent" purpose.

T/N: mirroring how the first time he met her, he also had a not-so-simple / not-so-innocent purpose (“不单纯”的目的) :””””

After considering it, I decided to go straight to the lab's entrance and wait for Lucien.

His work should also be nearing its end by now

The last trace of twilight falls into the empty corridor, and the hum of the machinery operating in the laboratory can be heard faintly.

I don't know why, but this current situation vaguely reminds me of an afternoon from long ago.

It feels like so much time has passed, yet somehow that past also feels very close.

As I’m about to knock on the door, the door of the laboratory opens.

His hand rests casually in his pocket, and those cold eyes soften into a faint curve when they meet my gaze.

Before he can speak, I feign seriousness and bow slightly.

MC: [the EXACT same words as 7 years ago] Hello, I’m looking for Professor Lucien.

Lucien freezes for a moment, but he quickly reacts and nods at me in cooperation.

Lucien: Lucien? What do you want with him?

MC: I’m a producer from (company name). Here’s my card.

MC: I hope to invite the professor to be our guest on the new show produced by the 'Miracle Finder’ team.

I mime the action of taking a business card out of my pocket and handing it over, only to have the person in front of me smoothly catch my fingertips.

Lucien: It’s truly my honor to have the opportunity to work with such a great producer. You know, I’m a loyal viewer of your show.

I can’t hold back anymore and break into laughter.

MC: Professor Lucien, that’s not what you said back then.

Lucien: Is that so? Then, his response back then wasn’t good and deserves criticism.

He speaks with a serious tone, then ends up laughing himself. He naturally takes my hand, heads back to the office to change, grabs his bag, and walks out of the research institute with me.

The evening breeze blows gently, and the colorful, interwoven lights make the city glow as bright as day, brimming with lively and bustling atmosphere everywhere.

This year’s event is particularly grand. With the entire city responding to City Hall's appeal, countless beating hearts have spread throughout our lives overnight.

I point to a heart-shaped streetlight by the roadside that has just been revamped.

MC: It feels quite magical when the environment you’re accustomed to suddenly changes into something different.

Lucien: Do you like this kind of change?

MC: I do like it. But to be precise, I like seeing all its different forms together with you.

MC: For example, before coming to pick you up from work today, I got a call. A collaborator hoped I could invite you to help with our project.

MC: I suddenly thought of the first time I came to the research institute to find you.

MC: If it weren’t for that opportunity and purpose back then… Anyway, I’m still very grateful that Uncle John recommended you to me at the time.

Lucien: It doesn’t matter. Even if you had missed that call, I would still come to you.

His words are vague, but I understand everything. My heart softens, and I can’t help but pinch the tip of his nose.

MC: But now, I don’t need any reasons or purposes.

MC: I just wanted to pick up my boyfriend from work, so I came—obeying that instinct from my heart~

I meaningfully wink at Lucien, and he smiles before suddenly leaning in close.

Lucien: [whispers softly] You're right. Then I should also obey my instinct at this moment.

His warm breath falls on the edge of my lips as he envelops them, tender and lingering.

Perhaps our actions echoed the spirit of the event perfectly, as the light and shadow cast by the nearby street lamp suddenly shaped themselves into a throbbing heart beneath us.

The sudden "spotlight" catches us off guard, and we instinctively freeze for a moment. After briefly exchanging glances, we burst into laughter together.

Lucien: Speaking of which, the city should get even livelier in the next few days. Would you like to take a look?

Lucien: I think it shouldn't affect our anniversary plan.

MC: [teasingly] That's true, but I never thought Professor Lucien would be the type to enjoy joining in on festivities like this?

Seeing me teasingly ask back on purpose, he actually pauses to think as if giving it some serious thought.

Lucien: Maybe it's because you're here. We will always encounter something, and I’m looking forward to these unknown surprises.

MC: So what should we do at the event? After all, it’s the anniversary.

MC: Last year, we did some decluttering and letting go. The year before, we attended a big event, and I listened to your presentation. It seems like every year has a purpose.

MC: This year…

Lucien: [chuckles] Let's not do anything this year.

MC: Eh?

Lucien: A simple stroll would be nice, or just chatting is fine too.

Lucien: Just like you said earlier, this time, we don’t need any so-called opportunities or purposes. We simply need to follow our hearts to encounter and experience whatever comes our way.

Lucien: As long as I’m with you, something will always happen, and there will always be beautiful scenery.

✂———————–

—Day 1 -Floral Road - A Kiss Unto Eternity (一吻至永久)—

Colorful flags flutter gently in the wind, while fallen white magnolia petals tint the winter with warmth.

Just as Lucien said, this event is quite lively.

To avoid traffic we got off the bus early and strolled at a relaxed pace toward Floral Road.

The once-quiet cultural street is now transformed with new decorations, and pedestrians are constantly streaming by. Some even look like tourists as they take pictures in front of various installations.

My line of sight sweeps over the brightly colored balloons hanging in front of the florist's store and then falls on the eye-catching heart-shaped cup holders on the milk tea store's counter.

Seemingly influenced by the environment, my heart can't help but leap with joy, and I shake our clasped hands.

MC: They say the activity is about hunting hearts, but this looks way too easy. Look at that store over there, and that sign...

As I speak, I release Lucien's hand and stride through a heart-shaped photo wall, waving at him from the other side.

MC: Found another one!

Boom! Pop!

Not far away, it seems that someone has discovered a hidden heart-shaped Easter egg, and the balloons hanging nearby pop one by one, releasing countless colorful plush heart-shaped hairpins.

Like a miniature fireworks display.

Before I can even come to my senses, Lucien has already walked up to me.

I don't know when, but Lucien has somehow managed to get a pink hairpin and gently pins it into my hair.

Lucien: [chuckles] I’ve found one too.

MC: [laughs] Hahaha, that doesn’t count! It was the reward for triggering that special heart just now, right?

Lucien: Really? I don’t think so.

Lucien: Since the activity is about hunting hearts from every corner, then as long as it’s a 'heart', it’s all part of a 'fair competition.'

Lucien: The important thing is the process of searching and discovering; perhaps the result isn't the most important part.

He says this with such seriousness, his eyes and brows curve into a smile, which makes me unable to resist teasing him. I loop my arm around his wrist, aim my phone at us, and snap a photo.

MC: According to Professor Lucien’s theory, this photo has four hearts in it.

Lucien: [playing along] Four, you say?

He looks at the picture with keen interest, then squints his eyes.

Lucien: I found them. The two ‘hidden’ hearts are in my eyes when I look at MC.

MC: They’re clearly in my eyes!

Lucien: [chuckles] Then, a certain lady's answer just now was wrong. No matter how you look at it, there should be six hearts.

Looking at his squinting eyes, I belatedly realize that this little thought of mine has been guessed by this person!

MC: Oh, let me see…

I simply stand on tiptoe and lean closer, eyes wide as I look straight into those deep eyes.

MC: [smiles softly] Between the heartbeat in my eyes and the heartbeat in Professor Lucien's eyes, which one beats faster?

Lucien: Alright, then let’s have a competition.

He cooperatively lowers his head slightly and gazes back at me.

The sunlight is soft, the breeze gentle, and each beat of the heart is so clear and distinct.

A young couple passes by us, laughing and shouting, "Let’s see who finds more!"

A small cheer comes from the coffee shop in the distance, and a lucky customer, the grandmother, smiles happily as she sticks the heart-shaped sticker she just got onto the faces of the grandfather and the little girl beside her.

Faintly, the sound of balloons popping comes from behind, probably because another hidden heart has been found.

Compared to others, Lucien and I don't seem to be the most enthusiastic.

But for some reason, the corners of my mouth can't help but lift, as if I’ve been immersed in a gentle feeling.

Finally, this inexplicably started 'staring contest' comes to an end after I kiss Lucien to show my surrender.

We continue walking hand in hand, passing by all sorts of people—some leisurely, some bustling—and passing by various heart-shaped decorations.

MC: This feeling of having no purpose is so wonderful... It’s like time is slowing down, and everything around us feels like the focus of a camera lens.

MC: It’s as if this road could go on forever, with no end in sight.

Lucien: If that's what you want to do, of course I'm happy to go along with it.

The sincere words tenderly wrapped in a jest make me feel light and carefree.

MC: Lucien, can we really be this simple?

Lucien: I don’t know either, but it seems like there’s no such thing as ‘impossible’.

He pauses for a moment, then asks me.

Lucien: MC, are you happy right now?

MC: Um, I'm really happy.

Lucien: Then that's enough. This proves that being this simple is also perfectly fine.

He silently tightens his grip on my hand, and I turn to sneak a glance at him. The fine strands of his hair slightly cover his brows and eyes, appearing soft and fluffy under the sunlight.

This person has always been goal-oriented and decisive in his steps. I imagine it’s rare for him to fully relax without thinking about anything like this.

Suddenly, I sincerely hope that this road could have no end.

As if noticing my gaze, Lucien looks over, the corners of his lips curling into a smile.

Lucien: What are you feeling?

MC: Hmm… I'm feeling sunshine, a light breeze, happiness, and you~

I smile at him and gently squeeze his palm.

MC: What about you? Is there something you want to do right now?

Lucien rarely takes a moment to think, then suddenly smiles but doesn’t speak right away.

MC: What did you think of? Come on, spill it!

Lucien: If I tell you, what will you give me in exchange?

MC: [pouts] What? Even this needs an equal trade?!

Lucien: Mm, because it’s my secret.

His tone, so confident and justified, leaves me speechless; all I can do is hum in protest.

MC: [unamused] Hmph, that’s playing dirty.

Lucien: [chuckles] Maybe just a little.

After he finishes speaking, he laughs too, the corners of his eyes curving into lovely arcs, which makes me feel that this kind of Lucien has a sort of indescribable cuteness.

The swaying shadows of the trees, the sweet words of lovers, everything in the air seems to be mixed with a fragrant sweetness.

Lucien: MC, wait for me a second.

Lucien seems to have noticed something. After finishing his sentence, he runs toward a spot not far away.

Following the view of his back as he walks away, I finally catch sight of a stall selling balloons at the street corner.

The sunshine falls onto the chubby heart-shaped balloons and refracts into rainbow-colored halos.

Lucien lines up at the end of the queue and turns to wave at me.

Even from a distance, I can clearly see the smile at the corner of his lips.

At this moment, he appears no different from the other lovers waiting nearby.

I also smile and wave back at him.

I guess I’m no different either.

Soon, Lucien returns to me with a balloon in hand and hands it to me.

In truth, all the heart-shaped balloons at the stall look the same, yet I can’t help feeling that this heart of mine is the most beautiful.

Lucien: Dear lady, would you like to fall in love with me?

Lucien suddenly speaks, catching me off guard for a moment. But after that, I can't help but laugh.

The person before me seems to be bathed in the gentle warmth of a winter's day, even his hair so soft and fluffy that it feels like it’s inviting a kiss.

I can’t resist smiling, but I still pretend to be formal and clear my throat lightly twice.

MC: Sure. What does this gentleman have in mind for how we will go about it?

He feigns to think seriously for a moment.

Lucien: Confessing, holding hands, going shopping, eating, taking pictures, watching movies... we can do these one by one, or we can do them every day.

MC: What about today? Where do we start?

Lucien takes a step closer to me and leans in slightly.

Lucien: [chuckles, then whispers] Maybe we could start with a kiss.

Lucien: Perhaps, I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time.

A gentle kiss descends, blooming with tender beats, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings.

But that butterfly clearly rests on my heart, as if to say it’s my heart that’s fluttering.

✂———————–

Small analysis: While there's not much happening in Prologue + Day 1, it does deliberately pose the core question that threads through the entire anniversary story: Can they truly stay together if there’s no ‘purpose’ pushing them to meet? And what will this purpose-less journey bring them? This question is then answered, layer by layer, over the following days.

✂———————–

—Day 2 -Loveland Eastern Bay - Where The Fluttering Heart Rest (心动栖息处)—

T/N: The title "心动栖息处" (xīn dòng qī xī chù) is really perfect for this part T-T, it can be broken down as follows:

"心动" (xīn dòng) literally means ‘heart moves’, but it carries connotations of emotional stirring, attraction, or the feeling of falling for someone or something.

"栖息处" (qī xī chù) refers to a resting place, dwelling, or sanctuary. Imagine birds perching, souls finding refuge… or his heart finding a resting place that is her.

This part contains heavy references from CN 3rd Anniversary Event - Love Carnival, which has not been released (and sadly, won’t be since Elex is a stingy a-) in EN! Lucien who canonically rambles a lot when he’s scared of something is really cute- (and sometimes sad in certain scenes like the main story:”)

MC: They actually built a drop tower here?

MC: …And over there, they also planned a dedicated camping site!

MC: Turns out this cross-sea bridge is built so well, wow——

The salty sea breeze rushes in through the half-open car window as I watch the bay leap into view, my words flowing incessantly like the ceaseless waves.

Lucien turns the steering wheel, his gaze casually sweeping over the places I just mentioned.

Lucien: Earlier, I also noticed that several roads leading to the neighboring city are under maintenance. Judging by the project names, it seems there will soon be a scenic highway.

Lucien: That old hotel by the coast seems to have reopened, looks like it’s been turned into an eco-resort.

Lucien: A few private cars in the lane to our right are heading that way, and one even has a mountain bike strapped to its roof.

His incredibly detailed description makes me blink; I don’t seem to notice any of the things he talks about at all!

MC: Mister, how are you able to observe so much while driving?

Lucien: Maybe it’s because the lady in my passenger seat is too focused. It makes me want to try my best to help her see more so that she doesn't miss any of the scenery she wants to take a look at.

His explanation sounds inexplicably romantic, and a wave of softness washes over my heart.

These past few days, we’ve been going out for walks every day—sometimes just around the neighborhood and sometimes taking the bus to places a bit farther away.

This city has indeed undergone many changes without us realizing it. It feels as if we just looked away for a moment, and suddenly noticed that it has already transformed into a different look.

Today, we decided to head straight to the very edge of the event area, and to our surprise, this place is not only bustling with activities but has also changed a lot.

After Lucien parks the car, we follow the crowd onto the bay boardwalk.

Waves crash against the rocks with dull and muffled sounds, and seabirds circle low in the sky, occasionally resting on the trees.

The heart-shaped decorations on the boardwalk and the heart-shaped balloons by the mobile stalls fill the entire bay with the air of passionate romance.

As we get closer, we discover that the newly built drop tower is a ‘manual’ one, different from the conventional kind.

After visitors take their seats, they pull the rope continuously to rise to the top. Then they let go to enjoy the free fall. Although the speed isn’t slow, it looks much gentler than usual.

Lucien and I look over at the same time, and I instinctively recall the scene from a few years ago when I rode the Rotating Wind-and-Fire Wheel with him.

This man, who is always calm and without weaknesses, instinctively started rambling in midair, his hair blown into disarray by the wind. Just thinking back to that memory now makes me unable to hold back my grin.

Lucien: [in a helpless tone] MC, that smile of yours right now...

Lucien: It looks a little mean.

MC: Hehe, what are you talking about~? I was just thinking about some adorable moments and wondering how I could see them again.

He raises his eyebrows thoughtfully.

Lucien: That depends on your sincerity.

His slender fingertips naturally tuck the stray strands of hair by my ear, and I lean forward, taking the chance to kiss the side of his face.

MC: I’ll pay a deposit first!

Lucien: I’m looking forward to the moment this lady settles the rest of the 'payment’.

Lucien gladly accepts my ‘deposit’ and takes my hand, leading me toward the entrance of the drop tower. Seeing that he has no intention to hesitate at all, and even has a somewhat confident stride, I tentatively speak up.

MC: Professor Lucien, are you really not scared?

Lucien: Of course not, and I wasn’t afraid back then either.

Pfft, who asked about back then…? I hold back my laugh and pretend to believe him as I nod.

It is not until I sit down with the safety bar in place and listen to the staff explaining the precautions, that I suddenly feel a sense of nervousness.

I look up at the distant top and gulp.

Even though the ascent and descent can be controlled manually, it’s still so high!

Lucien: [with his totally-not-scared rambles] The rope has quite a bit of friction, probably for safety reasons. Don’t grip it too tightly later so you don’t get bruised, or you can just put your hand on mine instead.

Lucien: If you're ready, let's pull the rope.

The person beside me smiles faintly, looking no different from usual, but I see him quietly press down on the safety bar a few more times after it is locked into place.

For a moment, the nervousness in my heart seems to be overwhelmed by a stronger sense of anticipation. I place my hand on the rope as well and apply a little force.

MC: Ready! Let’s go!

With a strong pull, our feet begin to lift off the ground amidst the cheerful music.

Perhaps because the ‘manual’ drop tower feels too free, the seat keeps swaying during the ascent, and I faintly sense the palm placed over the back of my hand tightening almost imperceptibly.

The view becomes increasingly expansive, and I can almost see the boats in the distance. The wind rushes past with a whooshing sound, mingling with the thumping of my heartbeat.

I turn to look at Lucien. His expression remains indifferent as always, but his slightly tense body and hair left disheveled by the wind both give me an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

Faced with such vivid and genuine adorableness, it feels like a happiness that I can see and touch.

I can’t help but lean in close to his ear and speak.

MC: Professor Lucien, you can scream out loud if you're scared.

But I end up laughing first before he even reacts. Lucien’s hand keeps pulling the rope, and his bright eyes seem to be completely filled by me.

Lucien: [continuing his instinctive ramble] Its rate of ascent is entirely controlled by us, and its descent doesn’t even reach the normal gravitational acceleration of 9.80 m/s2.

Lucien: [sir are you sure you're not convincing yourself-] We’re perfectly safe, so there’s no need for you to be afraid, Miss.

MC: [laughs heartily] This is bad! Lucien, you're even cuter than I thought you'd be.

Lucien: But for me, the you in my eyes right now is the cutest.

While speaking, we’ve already risen to the top of the drop tower, and the whole bay is laid out before us. Countless hearts adorn the scene as if the bay is fully blooming with love.

The ocean lies beneath our feet, and we can grasp the sky just by reaching out our hands.

I spread my arms wide and take a deep breath of air.

MC: We’ve reached the top———

MC: Lucien! If you’re scared, just shout out loud! I promise I won’t laugh at you!

High in the air I can hear my voice trembling slightly with feigned courage. It doesn't sound convincing, but it draws a chuckle from the person beside me.

Lucien: [chuckles softly] MC, I’m really not scared.

Lucien: After all, this one doesn’t spin.

As he finishes speaking, he suddenly lets go of the rope, and the feeling of weightlessness instantly engulfs me.

I scream instinctively. Then I suddenly realize what Lucien meant and burst out laughing.

MC: Ahahahaha!

Amid the rapidly passing airflow, the world and everything in it streams past Lucien's eyes, yet his gaze remains steadily fixed on one figure.

The way she squints her eyes in fear, the way she laughs at her own words—brilliant and captivatingly dazzling.

The uneasy feeling that he's not adept at controlling still lingers in his chest, but it seems less significant under the more intense heartbeat.

Because she is here, because she likes this version of himself.

T/N: Likes this version of him where he is the most genuine and real, likes this kind of cute him that also feels afraid over riding extreme rides, likes his instinctive rambling when he gets scared, likes everything that makes him, him includes his flaws and all :”

In a daze, Lucien feels as if he is still standing firmly on solid ground, feeling utterly at ease. With this thought, he mimics the girl’s actions and spreads his arms wide.

The drop tower goes up and down, rising one moment and falling the next.

Just like being in love.

As the ending music plays, Lucien and I get off the drop tower. Seeing each other’s messy hair, we exchange smiles.

I stand on my tiptoes to help him straighten his glasses, letting him smooth down my hair as I speak with a laugh.

MC: I'll take you on a faster ride next time~

Lucien: [chuckles] MC, do you really want to hear something like 'I’m afraid’ from my own mouth?

I think for a moment, then lift my hand to tap the tip of his nose before jumping back a few steps.

MC: I just enjoy messing with you, that’s all.

MC: I wonder if this counts as being taught well by a certain teacher~

The smile in Lucien’s eyes deepens as he steps forward and takes my hand, leading me just in time to stride over a bubble that has floated over from who knows where.

Soap bubbles land on our shoulders and hair, refracting tiny, colorful specks of light.

Lucien: What do you think—how would the organizers secretly hide hearts in the sea?

This question is a bit sudden, but it sounds sincere. It’s just that the curved corners of his lips and eyes make him look like a smiling little fox.

I know he doesn’t actually care about the answer to this question at all, but I still willingly fall into his trap.

MC: Maybe! Let’s hurry up and go look!

In return, I simply tug him along, stepping into the seawater lapping over the beach and running forward in big strides.

I know that at this very moment, a certain professor's mind must be spinning, completely preoccupied with thoughts of me.

MC: [smiles softly] Lucien, is there anything else you don’t dare to do?

Lucien: [chuckles] Yes, there is.

He answers so straightforwardly that, for a moment, I think he’s planning to confess just like that.

Lucien: But as for what exactly… I’m always ready for you to come and explore.

✂———————–

Just like the ups and downs of a drop tower, the unpredictable highs and lows of love are the same—both of them leave him feeling uneasy. He’s still not great at managing his uneasiness, yet her presence by his side, along with the knowledge that she accepts and likes him with all his imperfections, gives him a steady and stable sense of security, just like standing on solid ground🥺 Also, can we talk a bit about how endearing his heartbeat quickens because of her, to the point that it distracts him from his uneasiness 🤧

✂———————–

The bestialization phenomenon has reappeared, leading to a series of possible symptoms. The most troublesome situation among them is the disorder period. Because of our respective reasons, both Lucien and I originally believed we wouldn't be affected. However, the development of the situation turned out to be a bit beyond expectation...

“Do I look good?”

Cicada cries outside the window rise far and near. The summer night's tide-like heat creeps upward, as if brewing a sudden downpour.

Those ink-black eyes look at me, really looking a little confused. Yet his lightly leaning figure envelopes me, occupying my entire field of vision.

I can’t help but lift my hand to brush aside his bangs, vaguely sensing that even the air has been tinged with a hint of crimson.

“Of course you look good.”

He seems to smile a little and says nothing, just leans in even closer to me.

The cool fingertips catch my hand and he places a gentle kiss on it. In his gaze, there is a quiet warmth that blends into the night itself.

My ears twitch slightly. Then I lift my hand and press it against his chest, neither lightly nor heavily.

“…I still need to pack my luggage.”

”The manual says that if partners are separated during this time, they should keep some personal items with the other’s scent nearby… I need to see what I should bring for you.”

”A coworker at my company today says his partner suddenly entered a disorder period…”

”Does it really have to be now?”

"If it’s just a few things, maybe there’s still time later? And also…”

Though I’m still asking, he’s already begun to lean in little by little, and before I realize it, my voice trails off as well.

I only watch as his snow-white ears subtly perk up, and he seems to speak in mild puzzlement.

"Compared to the official manual, I should understand it more thoroughly."

"Why doesn’t Miss Producer ask me how I’d handle it?"

My heartbeat quickens silently as our eyes meet. I can’t help but smile and, imitating him, close the distance between us by a few inches.

"Then what advice does my scientist boyfriend have for me?”

He doesn’t answer but kisses slowly upward along my wrist, unhurried and steady, his dark eyes lifting now and then to gaze at me.

On "the luckiest day of the year", Lucien and I miraculously stumbled upon many gifts from fate... and a certain promise that we once made also broke into our minds at this moment.

MC: Actually, when it started raining at dawn, I felt uneasy, defeated, and dejection. Even…...

Lucien: Anticipation.

His voice sounds softly, causing me to subconsciously soften my breathing as well.

Lucien: I can't help but think, maybe this invitation of mine is too sudden.

Lucien: I should think it over a bit more, or rather do some more preparation. At the very least, I should’ve checked the weather forecast.

He shrugs his shoulders with a smile; I also follow and lift the corners of my mouth. But his joking line inexplicably scratches at my heart, making it itch.

Lucien: Failure is the norm when one insists on advancing a difficult experiment under any uncontrollable conditions.

Lucien: But unfortunately, cognition and choice are not always aligned.

Lucien: The thought that my impulsiveness might cause your expectation to come to nothing leaves me somewhat unwilling to accept it.

As he speaks with sincerity, I suddenly realize why the person lying beside me becomes so silent when the rain pours like a torrent.

MC: Ah, people really are so different from one another.

MC: Professor Xu reflects on himself when he can't sleep, while I didn’t think about anything.

Hearing my exaggerated sigh, Lucien looks at me with great interest.

Lucien: Weren’t you worried?

MC: If I have to put it into words, I kept feeling afterward that... none of it matters.

MC: Whether it’s a magical rainy-day kite that exceeded expectations, or the two of us waiting together for the clear skies to arrive.

MC: Maybe we’ll make a promise for the next time the weather is nice, or maybe you’ll take me somewhere even farther away, to a place full of sunshine. What would you say to me when that time comes?

[Poke lines]

I've discovered that you can be quite mean sometimes ^^

Poke me a couple more times, I want to feel your fingertips a little longer.

On Children's Day, of course we have to be a little more childlike.

I wasn’t spacing out, I was just thinking about what our next hug will be.

Um... It feels like I'm about to drown in plushies > <

I'm happy to show you my cute side.

A fluffy gift just perfect for my Miss Bunny.

[Day 6]

MC: We unexpectedly hugged up so many little bunnies!

MC: Yay! My collection has grown again!

Lucien: Sigh, if I had known earlier, I wouldn’t have hugged so many little bunnies.

MC: Eh? Why?

Lucien: Because those little bunnies are taking up your whole embrace, and I can only stand by and watch longingly.

MC: ……..

MC: Professor Xu.

Lucien: Hmm?

MC: You clearly seized the opportunity to pull me into your embrace, yet you’re still pretending to be this aggrieved. You're just too cunning.

Lucien: That's something that can't be helped either.

Lucien: Because I also want to hold the “little bunny” that belongs to me. o(￣︶￣)o

[Day 7]

MC: Lucien, I just caught the moment you almost missed grabbing the plushie!

MC: Look, isn't it very cute!

Lucien: I also wanted to capture that nervous yet adorable expression you had outside just now.

Lucien: Pity I shrank, yet my phone didn't shrink along with me.

MC: Then, after you get out of the cuddle machine, how about drawing that scene?

Lucien: That’s a good idea, but drawing all by myself would be too lonely.

MC: Pfft… So now even drawing is something Professor Xu can’t do alone?

Lucien: Can’t I?

MC: You can, you can~ How do you want to collaborate?

Lucien: I’ll handle the line art, and you’ll fill in the color?

MC: Deal! But if you’re handling the line art… you won’t draw me looking silly, will you? ('・ω・`)

Lucien: Rest assured. In my drawings, you'll forever be the most adorable and beautiful one.

I hope this letter finds you well.

It’s been some time since I last wrote to you.

Back when I was studying in the UK, I had grown quite accustomed to checking the mailbox every day for letters or going to the post office to send them. Some elderly professors always insisted on using traditional ways of sending messages, so I naturally followed their preferences. Still, part of it was because everyone was so busy that meeting in person was difficult. So for a time, I regarded letter-writing as something that felt rather distant. But after meeting you, I came to realize that view had been a bit narrow.

As a means of expression, a sheet of letter paper holds countless possibilities, and the same is true beyond the paper. You may not know this, but every time I spent time with you in the past, many thoughts would flash through my mind, hoping to align with your reactions. Some worked, some didn’t. Even when they did, I would still feel surprised — how could there be someone who requires me to guess and ponder so many possibilities?

Does that sound a little arrogant? I’m sorry. When I first got to know you, I really wanted to maintain a state of effortless composure. But unfortunately, I overlooked the distinction between subjectivity and objectivity, and I also tossed Newton’s Third Law to the back of my mind. No action exists without reaction. Had I known back then that you enjoyed exchanging letters, I would have written to you as well. But compared to now, the purpose behind it would certainly have been different.

If you want to know what my purpose is now, I can answer with certainty: there is no purpose. I’m currently sitting in a café near your office. There’s a floor-to-ceiling window here, and through it, I can just see your company’s building. Though it’s a bit quiet here this weekend, I know you and your colleagues must be busy in full swing. When the fourth bicycle passed by the window, I suddenly felt an urge to talk with you, so I penned these words that came to me on a whim.

I know these words may seem illogical, and you might not even be interested, but I still very much wanted to write them to you. Ever since being with you, I’ve found myself doing impulsive things like this more and more often. I don’t know when it started, but at some point, I stopped questioning the meaning of doing things like this and just started enjoying the process.

Yes, my 'teacher', I think I’m ready to hand in this answer sheet to you. This is a brand-new 'Lucien', writing a letter to you.

[Gameplay+lines]

Tired after 40 seconds of hugging plushies: "I'm a bit tired. Let me recharge for a bit?"

Caught Rare Plushie (Carrot, Heart): "Is this one rare? o(*￣︶￣*)o"

Caught Bunny Plushie: "Can you help me out?"

Idle: "No need to rush, take your time choosing."

[Day 2]

MC: Let me see what you've hugged this time!

Lucien: It’s a bow.

MC: Wow, so cute, I like it~

Lucien: I remember you had a hairclip with a bow similar to this one, just a bit bigger than this.

MC: Hmm… I think I do have one.

MC: But I only wore it once, and you actually remember it that clearly?

Lucien: Because the day you wore it to see me, the weather was very nice, the evening breeze was just right, and the air was filled with the fragrance of flowers.

Lucien: It made that memory become very vivid.

MC: In other words, the Proust effect?

Lucien: Indeed.

Lucien: But the most important reason is that when it comes to things related to you, I never forget them after seeing them once.

[Day 3]

MC: Lucien, are you tired? Do you want to take a little break first?

Lucien: I’m not tired, but I’d also be very happy to put down these fluffy things and have a chat with you.

MC: Hehe, look! Without realizing it, we’ve already hugged so many little things!

Lucien: Then, where are you planning to place these little plush toys?

MC: Hmm, let me think... maybe hang them on the windowsill, make a whole string of decorations?

Lucien: Or place them along the edge of the bookshelf and create a cute little animal-themed corner, how about that?

MC: Sure!

MC: Another day, we'll add a few warm-colored little string lights. If we light them up at night, it’ll definitely be super healing.

Lucien: Then it seems we don’t need to wait for “another day”, let’s set out now.

Lucien: I really want my bookshelf to have a touch of cuteness.

[Day 4]

MC: Lucien, the more I think about it, the more unbelievable it feels.

MC: How exactly did this machine suddenly show up in your home?

MC: Look at how big it is. It works smoothly without electricity, and its style is completely different from your home…

Lucien: Hmm… maybe it’s some kind of space-folding phenomenon, or a reality overlap caused by quantum entanglement.

MC: Really?! So there’s actually a scientific explanation?

Lucien: I just made that up ^^

MC: Hmph, how could the ever-rigorous and scientific Professor Lucien still lie!

Lucien: That doesn’t count as lying. After all, there are still many fields in the world that science hasn’t explored yet.

Lucien: Perhaps there’s also the simplest kind of explanation.

MC: What kind of explanation?

Lucien: For example, maybe there truly exists a kind of adorable magic in the world that specializes in creating surprises.

[Day 5] 

MC: Whoa, why does it suddenly feel like the difficulty just shot up... The controller is getting harder and harder to control.

Lucien: Don’t be nervous, relax a bit. This is just a little game.

MC: Even if it’s just a game, what if I don’t control it well and make you fall or tumble?

MC: I really don’t want you to get hurt.

Lucien: Don’t be afraid. I have a lot of confidence in your control.

Lucien: And even if we fail by accident, it doesn’t matter; we can try again.

MC: But……

MC: But today’s situation is a little different.

Lucien: What’s different?

MC: Because the one doing all the grabbing back and forth today isn’t an ordinary doll. It’s you ><

Lucien: Then just relax a bit. Treat me as an ordinary doll.

MC: How could an ordinary doll possibly be as precious as you? And besides, how could it possibly share such tacit understanding with me….

Lucien: Little fool, since you know about the tacit understanding between us, there’s even less reason to be nervous.

[Event Prologue]

MC: "The Feather Thief", "Art History", "The Stranger".. Huh? This book is…

[T/N: The Feather Thief is the one by Kirk Wallace Johnson, and the one titled Art History is a general book. The Stranger by Albert Camus is a book Lucien recommended for his CN Server 2024 birthday official giveaway, where 50 official limited-edition copies featuring a special book cover with the birthday MLs will be distributed through a social media lottery. I find that the choice of the book really fits him~]

During a rare moment of leisure, I’m holding a stack of freshly organized books, ready to return them to the bookshelf, when I suddenly notice that the book at the very bottom looks a bit familiar.

I pick up the book and carefully examine the cover. Only then do I suddenly recall that this might be the book I borrowed from Lucien last month. I’ve kept forgetting to return it after I finish reading.

Although I know Lucien wouldn’t mind, I should still return it to him as soon as possible.

I hold the book in my arms and arrive at Lucien’s doorstep. I then press the doorbell.

After a while, the door creaks open.

Lucien: MC...? Why are you here so early?

I lift my head, only to see Lucien’s bangs messily hanging over his forehead; his pajamas wrinkled, and his whole presence steeped in a drowsy, half-asleep languor.

MC: Did you work late yesterday?

Lucien: Hm?.....Mhm.

Looking at the person in front of me, who resembles a dazed little fox, my heart instantly turns soft and tender, and I lower my voice.

MC: If you’re so sleepy, go back and get some more rest right away. I'm just here to return your book.

Lucien blinks his eyes, his gaze gradually becoming clearer. He rubs the corner of his eye and lets out a chuckle.

Lucien: It's fine. I should be getting up around now anyway.

Hearing his muffled voice, I can’t help but reach out and gently brush aside his messy bangs.

MC: Alright then, I'll return the book to the study myself. Why don’t you wash your face to wake yourself up a bit?

Lucien: No need. I’ll go with you.

Lucien pulls me along by the hand. Just as we enter the study together, a huge Cuddle Claw Machine suddenly greets our eyes.

MC: Eh?

The Cuddle Claw Machine is adorned with flashy little bunny stickers and packed with all kinds of fluffy toys, clashing with the study’s refined atmosphere.

Lucien also frowns in slight confusion. It's clear that this isn't something he set up.

We both take a few steps forward, just about to get a closer look—

In the next second, there's a soft poof, and smoke suddenly fills the air.

My hand suddenly feels empty, and Lucien who was right beside me vanishes into thin air!

MC: Lucien?!

Lucien: I'm here.

His voice comes from inside the machine.

I stare at the cuddle claw machine in shock, only to see that there’s now... a mini version of Lucien inside? He’s dressed in tiny pajamas, dazedly rubbing his eyes.

MC: Lucien... what on earth is going on? A–are you okay?

Compared to my shock, the mini Lucien has clearly calmed down. He thoughtfully looks around and nods.

Lucien: Don’t panic, I’m perfectly fine.

Lucien: First, help me see if this machine has any kind of manual.

[Fluffy Cuddle Fun] Instruction Manual

Hug cuteness together with your adorable someone!

01 / Product Introduction

This bunny has sensed the vibrant energy and sweet atmosphere of a place called Loveland City! So, a special magic was cast on this machine and sent to you as a holiday gift. Two people who are connected at heart can activate it and enjoy the joy of hugging adorable little plushies together amidst the happy magic.

Brought to you by Nobi, honest fun for all ages.

1. Machine Cabinet

During the holiday period, mysterious plushies will keep dropping nonstop! Excited? Happy? Take your pick, I’m super generous!

2. Heart-Shaped Catcher

During gameplay, this secures the "Catcher" in place and allows him to move, ensuring complete safety throughout the entire operation.

3. Control Panel

Use these buttons to coordinate with him. Aim, then press the "Hug" button in one go! With how in sync you two are, this should be no problem.

02 / Small Tips

The holiday is almost here! During this time, I’ll be preparing 120 of my favorite Carrot Coins for you inside the cuddle machine every day. You can exchange them at the "Bunny Bazaar" for fun goodies. Claim promptly or miss out big time! The Love Cuddle Machine won’t get in the way of your loving communication. If you want to talk to each other, simply give the machine a little poke.

[Day 1]

MC: How are you feeling? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?

Lucien: Don’t worry, I'm fine.

Lucien: Also, being in the cuddle machine, I seem to be experiencing a brand-new perspective.

MC: Huh? What's it like?

Lucien: To me, there's this strange sense of displacement; it feels like the whole world has magnified in front of my eyes.

Lucien: Things I could normally pick up with just three fingers now take real effort to hold onto with both arms.

MC: Oh wow! That really does sound interesting. What else?

Lucien: And also...

Lucien: [smiles] Seeing you outside through the glass is quite interesting too.

MC: Eh? Me? Interesting?

Lucien: Yes. Seeing you so earnest as you focused on maneuvering the joystick, and the way you looked while cheering me on…

Lucien: It was all very interesting.

Lucien: Of course, the most adorable thing is the way your eyes light up when you win your prize.

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—[Part 3]—

Just as I’m still basking in the lingering thrill of his adorable assault, Lucien’s phone begins to ring.

Seeing that it's a call from property management, I pout my lips, can't help but nuzzle once more against Lucien’s fluffy hair, and only then do I longingly send him out the door.

Taking advantage of the moment while Lucien deals with property management, I quietly move closer to Nobi and ask in a whisper.

MC: Nobi, do you have mind-reading powers? How do you know that I... am so susceptible to Lucien's tricks?

Nobi: Hm? Didn’t you tell me all that yourself?

Nobi hops onto my lap, her big eyes behind the lenses blinking at me.

Nobi: You said the person you like most is Professor Xu, and that you have endless things to say to him every single day.

Nobi: Although others see him as a serious and proper genius professor, you think the more a man is like that, the more suitable he is for...

MC: [panicked] Aaaah! STOP! Stop! I get it! Don’t go on!

I didn’t expect that the real-life Nobi would actually remember everything from her time as a desktop pet!

The moment I remember whispering all those unfiltered secrets to the little desktop pet, my face burns hot in an instant.

I quickly change the subject to stop her from rambling on.

MC: Th-then how did you make Lucien willing to do this?

Nobi: Hahaha, it’s a secret spell I whispered to him.

Nobi smugly shakes her ears and shoots me a triumphant glance.

Nobi: Anyway, today he’s definitely going to fulfill all your demands.

All of my demands.

Those four words brush across the bottom of my heart like tiny feathers, leaving a faint, ticklish sensation.

Just as I'm about to ask something else, the door suddenly opens, and Lucien shuffles in, holding a delivery box in his arms.

A little surprised, I hurry over to lend him a hand.

MC: So fast? Is the pipe already fixed?

He shakes his head and lets out a troubled sigh.

Lucien: The repairs can't be done today. The maintenance worker said it's a bit complicated and will probably need to inspect it together with the unit upstairs tomorrow.

Lucien: Oh, and this is the package that was at your door.

I freeze for a moment before I can fully process the meaning behind those two sentences.

MC: So... you're staying at my place today?

Lucien: Can't I?

I'm just about to nod along with what he says when Nobi's words just now sweep through my mind again, and my gaze involuntarily drifts to the delivery box in his hands.

Of course, I know what's inside the delivery box. If all these things could appear on Lucien...

I blink, and then a huge smile spreads across my face.

MC: Of course you can! But you need to be good and do as I say, abide by the principle 'guest adapts to host’s arrangements'.

I take the delivery box from his hands and tear it open, then pull out a set of soft, plush pajamas with adorable bunny ears... Nobi Rabbit-themed sleepwear!

Wiggling the pajamas at Lucien, I smile at him with eyes curved like crescent moons.

MC: If you’re staying at my home, then you’ve got to wear the pajamas from my place~

Lucien casts a glance at that fluffy set and smiles faintly.

 Lucien: Whatever your arrangements, I am at your command.

It’s not often that the weather is this sunny and clear, so I pull Lucien along, bring out the lounge chair and tea table, and get ready to comfortably enjoy a 'stay-at-home sunbath'.

I enthusiastically lay out the cushions and arrange the drinks and snacks, but then discover there’s still a pillow missing from the rattan chair.

MC: Ah, I almost forgot!

I rise to my feet, clap my hands, then turn with a smile to tell Lucien and Nobi, "Wait here for a bit!"—before briskly darting back to the bedroom to fetch the pillow.

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MC: Anyway, there's still one day off tomorrow. How about taking Nobi out for some fun with Lucien?

MC: Where to go though... that newly opened ball pit park sounds like a good idea...

As I mull it over, I pick up the pillow and walk out of the bedroom.

A richly scented summer breeze flutters through the balcony curtains, and the first thing that meets my eyes is a pair of fluffy, gently swaying—

—bunny ears.

Lucien wears the bunny pajamas, surrounded by a circle of Nobi merchandise and greenery, even the air is infused with a noisy warmth.

Yet amid all the blooming abundance, the rowdiest of all is still Nobi Rabbit, spinning noisily around Lucien.

Everything under the sunshine softens my heart. I lighten my footsteps, quietly pulling out my phone to capture this scene.

Nobi: So then, why do you think this is the cutest thing about MC?

...Are they talking about me? I instantly perk up my ears as I try to eavesdrop on Lucien’s answer.

With his back to me in the camera frame, Lucien lets out a deliberately profound "Hmm."

Lucien: For that, I should likely begin with the activity levels of dopamine neurons in the medial prefrontal cortex.

Lucien: When I make eye contact or talk with her, there are significant fluctuations in the secretion of oxytocin and serotonin.

Lucien: This kind of neurochemical reaction forms memories through the hippocampus, gradually establishing a conditioned reflex in my subconscious where "MC = cute"....

Nobi: Ack!

Nobi lets out a cry and clutches her head as if she's dizzy, plopping down onto the pillow with a wobbly flop.

Nobi: You're truly way too un-cute!

MC: Pffft-HAHAHA!

Unable to hold back, I finally burst out laughing. Lucien turns his head at the sound.

The bunny ears tremble in the breeze, and the soft, plush material makes him look several times softer and gentler than usual.

Beneath the purple bow, his long, narrow eyes brim with helplessness, yet the smile at the corner of his lips is full of sly mischief.

Hmph, he doesn’t look like a bunny at all. He’s clearly a little fox in bunny’s clothing.

I can’t help but reach out and pinch his 'bunny ears'.

Lucien doesn’t dodge my 'troublemaking'. Instead, he squints his eyes, leans in, and nuzzles against my palm.

Lucien: What should I do, Teacher MC? I’ve been called un-cute again.

MC: Well then, Little Student Lulu needs to study hard and follow Nobi’s and my guidance

Lucien: Little Student Lulu? [chuckles] Is that nickname also part of becoming cute?

MC: That's right, and also...

I excitedly take out one little accessory after another from the delivery box and clip them onto Lucien’s hair.

While I’m at it, I open my phone's camera and select the most over-the-top, cutesy filter.

Seeing Lucien turn into a 'big-eyed moe boy' on screen, a wave of mischievous pride wells up in my heart.

MC: Mmhmm, this Little Student Lulu is definitely cute!

Lucien: [with helpless expression] …..

Lucien reaches up to touch the newly added pink hair accessory on his head, then raises an eyebrow in understanding.

Lucien: I see. I’ve learned it now.

Lucien: As a good student, I'll naturally follow the teacher's guidance. But as a good teacher, shouldn't MC also lead by example?

MC: Lead by example how?

Lucien: For example...

Lucien leans in and sweeps me into his arms in one smooth, irresistible motion.

The delicate fragrance of gardenias still lingers in his sleeves. A scent that belongs to Lucien alone.

Then he takes my phone with one hand, and with the other, he plucks the spare hair accessories from my grasp, mimicking me as he clips them into my hair.

Looking at the two of us on screen, wearing the same hair clips and surrounded by pink bubbles and flowers, it feels as if bubbles and blossoms are rising and blooming in my heart too.

Lucien’s satisfied chuckle sounds softly by my ear.

Lucien: So next, how should I face the camera in a 'cute' way? Little Teacher MC, can you teach me?

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—[Part 4]—

With Nobi’s guidance, we not only play lots of fun little games but also boldly try filming all sorts of childish little videos.

Just as Nobi promised at the beginning, Lucien always indulges and goes along with my antics.

As night gradually descends, Nobi suddenly jumps onto the center of the coffee table and solemnly adjusts her round glasses.

Nobi: Alright, my dear students, I’m leaving now.

MC: So sudden? I was hoping to go to the ball pit park with you tomorrow!

Hearing my plea to stay, Nobi’s figure wavers slightly, her expression clearly falters, but she quickly pretends to be serious and shakes her ears.

Nobi: It’s no surprise you can’t bear to see me go. After all, I’m everyone's favorite little bunny!

Nobi: But as the universe’s cutest Nobi Rabbit, I must keep helping more people become even more adorable!

After saying that, Nobi immediately pounces into my arms, affectionately rubbing against my cheek. She then hops onto Lucien's shoulder, cups his cheek, and rubs against it too.

Lucien and I look at each other and smile, then tacitly reach out to gently rub her fluffy cheeks.

MC: Thank youuu, Teacher Nobi~

Lucien: I will also remember your teachings. I promise I’ll continue becoming cuter from now on.

After a round of ‘cuddly’ goodbyes, Nobi finally darts over to the windowsill and waves her tiny paw at us.

Nobi: Bye-bye the cutest couple in Loveland City second only to me!

Only after watching Nobi disappear into the night do I reluctantly withdraw my gaze and turn to look at the room filled with Nobi merchandise.

MC: It’s getting late. Shall we tidy up the balcony together?

Lucien says "Mm" in response. He picks up the pillow from the lounge chair and suddenly speaks.

Lucien: Have you told Nobi a lot about me?

MC: Huh? How did you know?

Lucien: From what I observed today, there was a certain tacit understanding between you and her in your 'guidance' toward me.

MC: ….!

My face turns red all at once, and I stammer as I wave my hand.

MC: [blushes embarrassedly] Uh, I just chatted with her about some girl talk, that’s all.

Lucien props his chin on a pillow, a faintly mischievous tone lacing his voice.

Lucien: [with ‘sad’ sigh] So you have told her a lot of secrets about me. Sigh... Looks like I’m no longer your first choice for sharing secrets.

MC: That's not true at all!

I hastily deny it, yet have no idea how to explain.

MC: It’s just… uh…

MC: Sometimes people fantasize about things that are unlikely to happen. But normally, who would have the nerve to actually ask the other person to do such things?

MC: I’m just casually chatting with Nobi…

Lucien takes a step forward, drawing out his ending tone as the smile at the corners of his mouth deepens.

Lucien: So today, you had me wear a bunny onesie, act cute to you, play childish games, and film adorable videos...

Lucien: Were all these lessons your 'fantasies coming true', MC?

As he lists off today's antics one by one, my face grows even hotter, nearly overwhelmed with guilt for my unrestrained indulgence.

Lucien gently pinches my flushed cheek.

Lucien: Silly, there's no need to feel embarrassed. I genuinely like this feeling of 'psychological regression' today.

MC: Psychological regression?

Lucien: When someone is in a highly trusting and secure relationship, the brain subconsciously chooses to return to a relatively simpler and more relaxed state.

Lucien: It’s similar to the carefree feeling during childhood.

Lucien: Sometimes, being in a state of regression actually helps us express our needs and authentic inner thoughts more clearly.

I blink and take the pillow Lucien hands to me.

MC: So… do you also have moments when you really want to see that side of the other person, but feel too embarrassed to say it because it seems childish?

Lucien pauses at my words, as if he earnestly thinks it over for a moment before smiling and nodding.

Lucien: You mean willful thoughts like yours? Yeah, I do have those.

MC: Eh? Like what?

Lucien smiles without answering and simply reaches out to gently take hold of my wrist.

In the next second, the world spins before my eyes, and the ground beneath me suddenly softens—

Swirling colorful lights fill my vision as my whole body unexpectedly sinks into an ocean of pillowy soft balls!

I look up in surprise at Lucien, who’s fallen into the ball pit alongside me, and he gives me an innocent smile.

Lucien: When I heard those childish requests of yours, I was indeed a bit surprised.

MC: Are you surprised at my childishness?

Lucien: No. Surprised that I hadn’t done enough, that I should’ve enabled my little lady to 'regress' by my side without holding anything back… much, much earlier.

He shifts his posture slightly, letting himself sink even deeper into the soft sea of plastic orbs.

Colorful spheres tumble around us with a soft rumble as his gaze settles tenderly on my face.

Lucien: [softly] Letting myself be childish with you to our hearts' content like this... I really like it.

His voice whispers softly in my ear. It becomes the warmest comfort, filling my heart with a feather-light happiness.

MC: So, what exactly did Nobi teach you that made you so willing to grant my every wish today?

Lucien: Actually, it's only two words.

I blink, looking at him in confusion, while Lucien nods seriously and pulls my hand onto his soft, fluffy hair.

Lucien: Tactile feel.

MC: Tactile feel?

His voice is soft, like a light feather falling into my heart.

Lucien: Nobi says that as long as you let your hand touch something soft, your heart will grow just as soft, too.

His hair is delicate, soft, and fluffy. The warm sensation travels through my palm, and just like he said, my heart softly melts all at once.

MC: I do admit, Professor Xu feels especially good to the touch today.

Lucien: Is it just the way I feel that’s good?

Lucien: I still want to hear you affirm my cuteness a little more.

My heartbeat is stirred by his words and tender gaze. Without a second thought, I lean in and kiss him.

MC: Everything about Lucien is incredibly cute

In his embrace, my eyes crinkle into a smile. My fingers twirl strands of his hair round and round, and my heart, too, grows soft like a floating bubble.

MC: By the way, what about me?

MC: What do you think is the cutest thing about me? You’re not allowed to fool me with scientific reasoning like you did with Nobi earlier!

MC: [smiles softly] You have to say it one by one. Be specific.

Lucien is slightly taken aback upon hearing this, then gives a helpless smile. His hands tenderly cradle my cheeks, his warm fingertips slowly tracing along my features.

His fingers glide over the space between my brows, then gently rub my earlobe.

Lucien: [in the most tender tone possible] If… I had to choose the cutest part of you, then it would probably be your brows and eyes, your cheeks, the tip of your nose...

His voice flows as softly as the night. With every word he speaks, a gentle yet solemn kiss falls upon my face.

Moved by his earnest, tenderly lingering gesture, I can’t help but wrap my arms around his neck.

MC: Oh~ Then which one is the cutest of all?

Lucien: It's here.

He pulls back slightly, gazing at me with a tender and wholly focused gaze.

Lucien: The cutest of all… is your eyes that are forever overflowing with love.

-FIN-

[Moment - Poor Student]

Lucien’s post: First time discovering that I’m a poor student in certain aspects, wuwu (;へ：)

MC: Unexpectedly using the “wuwu + kaomoji” combo like this. Little Student Lulu is making rapid progress in the skill of cuteness!

Lucien replied to MC: If Teacher MC praises me more, I’ll learn even faster.

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Lucien’s post: First time discovering that I’m a poor student in certain aspects, wuwu (;へ：)

MC: Don’t cry cry~ Let me pat your head.

Lucien replied to MC: Just a headpat? Alas.

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Lucien’s post: First time discovering that I’m a poor student in certain aspects, wuwu (;へ：)

MC: As expected, letting Professor Xu do these childish challenges is just too much……

Lucien replied to MC: So, Classmate MC, could you demonstrate it for me two more times? ^^

[Phone Call-Couple Desktop Pets]

You can hear the phone call at the end of the date recording on YouTube!!! And I suggest hearing it because the whole call is so sweet 🥰~

Lucien: It’s rare for you to call me right while you're at work. Is there something up?

MC: Ahem, Lucien, are you free to help me record a few lines right now?