The part that moved me the most in 2026 Evan's birthday story was (unexpectedly) the voice story part, where Evan discusses what his funeral might be like.
Evan speaks about his funeral with an attitude of living toward death. What has always touched me most about him is his reflections on life, death, and desire. Undoubtedly, he is the kind of lover perfectly suited for a sentimental girl…
Evan: For the person I am now, death is neither good nor bad. Like life, it is simply one of the two equal sides of a coin.
If it is tossed once every day, then I would like to watch the final result together with you.
Your brows have relaxed. Does this mean you allow me to imagine it?
Thank you. I have indeed imagined many kinds of funerals—different music, different settings.
Accidental ones, natural ones, solemn and dignified ones, joyful and strange ones, or perhaps no funeral at all.
I could become a patch of moss in the forest where we once hiked together.
Or a shell on the beach we once visited.
The music at that time would be the wind passing through the forest, or the sound of waves surging again and again.
Or perhaps, the sound of your singing.
If so-called reincarnation truly exists, then one day you will pass by me.
Humming softly, picking me up from a pile of fallen leaves, or from a shallow shore about to dry up, and slowly walking home.
Just like we are at this very moment.
When I read this passage, perhaps because I had read the earlier trajectory cards as emotional groundwork, I couldn’t stop the tears from flowing. It reminded me of the fantasy in A Tree in Blossom (a Poem by Xi MuRong), becoming a tree growing along the road you must take, blooming carefully in the sunlight, and when you draw near, letting petals fall behind you.
Life may be brief and full of suffering, yet he tells you that everything is hidden within the fleeting moments of this world. Perhaps nothing on earth is eternal, but every beautiful instant is, in its own way, saying “I love you” on Evan's behalf.
This may be one of the most moving pieces of writing to come out of otome games in this era.
I’ve always felt that when a strong narrative truly brings an otome game character to life, the boundary between reality and fiction gradually becomes blurred. A player’s love allows this character to endure in the realm of the mind. Perhaps he cannot be touched, but whenever you experience something beautiful and imagine how he would respond, he lives vividly in your memory.
So this passage is also a response to how we might place and feel our love when he is beyond our reach.
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Lu Chen admits to a few things. His girlfriend has a surprising proposal.
SFW. Just fluff. 2.4k. Lu Chen x MC (she/her). No cws applicable.
A/N - I’m new to the game but basing this on all the dates, encounter, and traces I’ve read so far c: I hope I got it right so far! This came to mind and couldn’t get it out of my head.
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It’s 2 in the afternoon, and Lu Chen’s tea is cold. A faint sense of dread passes through him, disappearing like mist. This sensation isn’t as familiar to him, as he’s learned to calculate and to measure possibilities and consequences in actions. The dread is new, because it isn’t about a situation. The dread comes from how he’ll have to say goodbye to her in an hour, and he’ll have to offer a modest excuse, which he knows her well enough by now to know she won’t so much as blink in complaint. In fact she’ll probably smile that same sunny smile she always does, and tell him they can meet some other time. Half the dread is wondering how long he can make it before he rationalizes telling her more than he sh—
Click!
The door handle behind him turns and he turns half toward it, eyebrows lifted in surprise when he sees his girlfriend walking in, still in her spa bathrobe and slippers. A smile that he’s practiced in the mirror so often rises to his cheeks while she sets her things down to approach him by the window. The breeze lifts a waft of salty sea air into the room, combined with her own tropical scented lotion that had been generously applied lately. It’s sweet, and intoxicating.
“You’ve returned from the spa early?” He nods, rising from the coffee table to greet her. “I thought you were going to indulge in a facial. Did something happen?”
“I was but…” She catches his forearms with her cool fingertips and a rosy glow rises to his cheeks that he’s certain isn’t from the spa treatment. “I didn’t want to be without you too long.”
A ripple of affection exudes from him at her expression, but the dread returns behind his smile that he’s an expert at maintaining. Now he has to contemplate telling her ahead of time, or…
“You missed me then? Should I call for more tea? Or we can stroll around the resort grounds.”
“Lu Chen, what’s wrong?”
He freezes, and it never failed to catch him off guard with the way she could always tell. Even when he’d practiced over and over to never let his emotions slip through, even when he’d mastered the art of sounding genuine. No one living new how to cut through to him this way. Realizing he’d rested a beat too long, he sighs, helpless, and takes both her hands in his.
“How do you always see me?”
“It’s… It’s my gift, but I don’t need to use it on you anymore. I know you well enough now.”
That was the most extraordinary thing about her. Somehow she’d nestled into caring about him way more than she should, and somehow he could not resist her charming heart.
“Tell me then, did you use it?” He teases slightly, pulling her forward towards him.
“Only a little…” She admits, wrapping her arms around his waist to squeeze him.
Lu Chen never thought he was physically affectionate, or ever going to be, but with her it came naturally. Whenever he had his arms around her things just felt better.
“So what happened? You had to take a phone call and you didn’t come back, so I thought something urgent might have come up.”
When she looks up at him, there’s question in her eyes, and care he can’t escape. He strokes her freshly washes strands and feels so warmed by her gesture that he knows he won’t be able to hold up any longer without explaining.
“Yes.” He starts, sighing and rubbing the small of her back briefly before moving to separate from her and sit down. Opposite him, she takes her seat and pours a cup of tea for herself from the pot he’d used earlier.
Continuing, he attempts to smile reassuringly. “Some business has come up in London. I’m afraid I’ll be away for a week or so.”
Her eyebrows widen while she raises the cup to her lips, then makes a bitter face at the feeling of the cold tea at her lips. Rather than drink it, she sets it down. “A week?”
“Yes I- oh, sorry, the tea got cold, didn’t it? I’ll call for some more.”
While he gets up to call room service, she adjusts her robe and closes the window that suddenly felt too chilly.
This is when he expects her to reassure with her bubbly smile, but instead she looks only passive.
“It must be important then. I hope everything’s ok…”
Returning to his seat, he places a hand over hers. “Yes, I just have to go take care of things. I’m afraid I have to leave tonight.”
“Tonight?” Now to his discomfort, she looks worried, and he once told her he could bear some worry for her, but that didn’t make it easier when it involved him.
“Don’t be worried,” He assures, rubbing a thumb over her hand. “It’ll be alright, and you can stay here the remaining 2 days, enjoy it as much as you can. I’ll call you, every night if I must.”
A smile flashes on her lips, but he can’t help but notice she still looks pensive. What happens next surprises him, while she puts her other hand over his on the table, and finally smiles.
“Lu Chen… you can tell me things now. I am here with you, no matter what. You don’t have to be alone with your thoughts all the time. I’m sorry things are difficult so you have to rush away. I want to see you smiling too, but I also don’t mind seeing you sad, or disappointed, or dissatisfied. Or, even if it’s none of those things right now. I know you may not be able to tell me everything, but know my heart is with yours.”
Silenced by her earnest, although they’d somehow reminded each other a few times now that they’d be there for each other, it always struck his heart like another tick on the dial of a watch.
“I can’t argue with you on that, so I’ll just say, thank you,” And he smiles, helplessly warm at the familiarity of the phrase, and he feels her squeeze his hands a little tighter, not realizing she did so because it was the first time in the last few minutes that his smile wasn’t forced.
“Let us just say there is something very valuable I am trying to protect. And… there are many people who want it for bad purposes. I cannot be assured of its protection without leaving for a little while. Once I know it’s safe, I’ll return.”
“Oh… yes I can see how that would be troubling! I’ve lost sleep trying over expensive things from the studio in my care before!”
He chuckles in affection at her earnest attempt to relate. “Yes, and… right now it’s in my care, I don’t want anyone else to take it from me.”
“Do you have a lot of security for it?”
“Yes, although, I need to ensure it hasn’t been compromised.”
“I see… Well, I know my Lu Chen will make things safe. You always do. You always find a way! So I’m sure it’ll go smoothly.”
There’s that sunny optimism that he adores, and he brings her fingers to his lips to kiss while he smiles and nods. “Thank you, I’ll go with your confident assurance as my good luck. But please, promise me you won’t leave the resort until it’s time. Zhao Lan will come pick you up.”
“Ok! I’ll definitely do the longer facial tomorrow then!”
Right as he arises, a knock at the door brings the room service in to swap their cold tea with a fresh steaming pot. The hibiscus flavor has a brilliant rich red hue that makes her exclaim at. Just like that, the dread has washed away from, him, replaced by her hopefulness and trust in him. He wished all things could be this simple. Still, he couldn’t help feel disappointed. Which, was becoming a new feeling also. Disappointments, like dread, were managed by constant maintaining and manipulation of scenarios to ensure the best outcome. They weren’t so much disappointments so much as they were useful data.
But when it came to her? He couldn’t help it.
The sun begins to set, filling the room with rosy hues. After a moment and clinked teacups and watching her cheeks grow tinted the same shade as the sweet liquid from the heat of it, he can’t help but admit,
“I will miss this. I am-” He breathes, shaking his head at how easy she makes it to admit, “-Disappointed we won’t have the rest of our time together. But I assure you, leaving you doesn’t come easily.”
“So, you miss me already?” There’s a teasing smile on her face. She’d grown better at it, looser around him in a way that somehow made his chest flutter.
“Oh dear, you cannot tease me for that.” He adds in humor. She giggles, the sound filling his very soul and setting it lighter than it was for hours without her.
“I’m not, I find it cute. But I understand. You have something important to protect.”
He nods, and for a moment there’s quiet, while they observe the tropical view outside. A glint of water in the distance catches sunlight, reflecting in her eyes. Just when he thinks he can stare for the rest of the hour, she opens her mouth to speak.
“This thing that you’re protecting, is it in London?”
He raises a brow, wondering if her mind had been churning the whole time, or how she reached the question.
“Not exactly, but there are agencies involved and… It’s safer at home.”
“Oh, then… do you want me to look after it with you? I mean, I don’t mind stopping by your home-”
“It’s… not like that, exactly.” He interrupts, a bit marveled by how easily she was willing to throw her hands in to help him. Then again, he really shouldn’t have been surprised. Reassuringly, he smiles and refills her teacup that she takes timidly, like a cat that had been scolded for licking at milk too soon.
In spite of the assurance, she still looks regretful. “I’m sorry, I spoke without thinking, I just… this is a heavy burden on you, I just wanted to say, um. Please let me know if I can do anything to help. If you’re not taking it with you to London, I mean…”
Grateful that she was still under the impression it was a physical object, he pats the back of her hand. “I will, and I’m grateful. You’ll be the top of my list. And, taking it to London would be convenient, but… it’s more complicated than this. It’s…”
And suddenly what he’d dreaded earlier begins to form, where the rationale behind speaking every word with intention begins to fall away. It was as if the tea was imbued with her essence and had become a magic potion that made him want to relay every piece to her. She was dangerous in a way that made him forget that love was just a chemical. Suddenly with her, he had begun to understand why many men had called it falling in love. When the momentum was strong enough, it felt like he could feel the ground rushing up to meet his face, just from the way she spoken to him, with care, respect, and love. If it was a chemical, he was beginning to hope it lasted a very long time.
“It doesn’t belong to me,” He continued, unnecessarily. “I hope one day it will, but until then I’m hoping its owner will be gracious with me. And I’m protecting it with everything I have.”
Puzzled, she tilts her head to the side. He hopes she doesn’t ask more questions.
She does.
“You were put in charge of it?”
“For the time being.”
“Then… won’t it’s owner be grateful if you take it with you? If you tell them it’d be safer?”
“It’s not so simple. Don’t worry, it’s in good hands here.”
“Hmm.”
Then she rises, steps to face in front of him, and takes his hands again. Her hair had begun to frizz as it dried, and he couldn’t help but think she looked even more adorable somehow.
“Lu Chen, I’m not sure what it is… but I can already see you care about it very much. So, I’m saying this now in case you ever wonder. But if you ever need to go somewhere else with it, just know I’ll come with you. Even to London. And I hope it will belong to you someday, I mean I’m sure it will. I’ll vouch for you!”
The proposal hits him between the ribs, like a hammer cracking at all the doubts in his very being. Here was this woman, who hardly knew everything about him, or his situation, and already promising to go away with him. He wondered if she could begin to know the gravity of that.
Her name softly falls off his lips, then he smiles. “Even to London?”
“Yes!” And it’s a wonder to him that she looks excited. “Everytime I go I enjoy it there, and the fashion scene is really good. We could start a remote Warson studio there too! We could be like… Bonnie and Clyde! Make a run for it and live there. Except, well, legally… and we didn’t steal anything- or we won’t.”
Now he laughs, and he can’t help it. Lightness fills him, and he’s impossibly happy in a way he can’t describe. “If it comes to that, I’ll let you know. But right now… I won’t take it away.”
Standing, he wraps her arms around him and lets the peace of the moment come over him. She nuzzles into his chest, then looks up at him with bright eyes while he speaks. “I have to come back soon anyway. Can you sense it? I’m happiest when I’m with you. Rather than go where I need to go, I’d rather spend my life going where we want to, and only we. Just like this.”
She beams, and leans up to kiss his cheek. “On one condition.”
“A condition?” He chuckles. “Alright, name it, love.”
“You owe me two days.”
A wide smile curls into his cheeks while he leans down to kiss her against the setting sun for which both her cheeks and his ears match in color,
[Evan's 1st Birthday Event] A Journey in Full Bloom (繁花绮旅)
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When my field work ended, a sudden downpour began.
As I was watching the rain, I saw a familiar car slowly pass through the dense curtain of rain and stop by the steps.
The rear window was already rolled down. I bent down to look inside and saw Evan's sharp jawline.
Evan: This place isn't far from the airport. I saw your message after my flight landed, so I just came by since it was on the way.
The convention center is in the city center, so it couldn't really be considered "on the way."
I lowered my body a little more to see his eyes. Before I could even say a word, a smile appeared beneath his gold-rimmed glasses.
Evan: Get in.
After I put on my seatbelt, Evan didn't drive off right away. Instead, he opened the armrest and took out a bowl of sweet soup.
You: For me?
Evan: Didn't you say on the phone that you wanted something sweet?
I took out the paper bowl from the paper bag. The name of the shop printed on it seemed familiar. My fingertips paused for a moment as I took off the lid.
A warm fragrance filled the air, stirring up a vague memory.
You: This is... the shaved ice shop?
Evan: Mm.
Back then, I had just started at Wanzen. Evan went with me to look for a place to rent. Our stomachs were growling, so we hid inside a small sweet soup shop— I remember it was also a rainy day.
But back then, it was shaved ice filled with fruit. Now, it was steaming red bean soup.
I was afraid it would be hot, so I took a small sip first. It was very soft and not too sweet, so I spooned it into my mouth, one spoonful at a time.
Evan: You're eating so intently. What are you thinking about?
You: I'm just thinking about what to get you in return.
I pointed to the red bean soup in my hand, acting as if I were in his debt.
Evan: It looks like you've come up with a good idea.
Zhou Yan in the front seat lowered the partition and handed Evan his vibrating phone.
Evan: I'm sorry, can you wait for me for a moment?
He switched the phone from his left ear to his right. His gaze wandered over a few stacks of thick documents.
You: Do you need this one?
I pointed to the proposal on my side. The person across from me relaxed his brows and reached out to take it.
He listened and replied simply, flipping open the documents on the table and quickly adding annotations.
Raindrops bounced and splashed on the tightly closed car window, casting a layer of light spots on Guangqi City after nightfall.
I watched quietly for a while, and then I couldn't help but quietly move my gaze toward Evan, just as he hung up the phone and looked over at me.
Evan: Stealing a glance at me?
I quickly moved my gaze away from him, feeling a little guilty.
You: If you weren't looking at me, how would you know I was looking at you?
You: Well, is it solved?
Evan: Mm, there was something urgent that needed approval. I'll confirm it once I get back to the company.
After a brief pause, Evan suddenly opened his palm and extended it toward me.
You: Huh?
Evan: Aren't you supposed to give me a return gift?
He said, and then moved it a little closer, looking at me with great interest.
I made eye contact with him for a few seconds and then placed my phone on his palm.
The screen lit up. The memo was filled with a long list of travel plans.
You: Then what if... I said I wanted to celebrate your birthday for you? Would that count as a return gift?
You: Your birthday is coming up next weekend, right?
Evan was stunned for a moment, and then the corner of his lips curved up slightly.
His gaze wandered as if he were looking into the deepest part of the rain and fog behind me.
Evan: Yeah, my birthday is coming up.
Evan: So, you're going to hand over the right to choose our plans to me?
You: I was going to.
With a light touch of my fingers, I deleted the options. The list of plans was instantly blank.
You: But now, all of this is off.
I gave a mischievous smile and quickly pulled a notepad out of my bag, tearing off a few pages.
You: Where did the pen go...?
Evan: Use mine.
Evan handed me his fountain pen. His thumb pad lightly brushed against my palm. It was the pen he had just been using.
You: I'll write down ten locations, and you write down ten things to do.
You: After we fold them, we'll both draw from them at the same time, and we'll celebrate your birthday according to those combinations!
Seeing that Evan didn't reply, I cupped my chin and moved a little closer to him.
You: Are you scared?
When he heard the word "scared," Evan also leaned in, just like I did.
Evan: What do you think?
He calmly curved his lips into a smile. His warm breath came toward me.
I sheepishly averted my gaze and pushed the notepad toward him. For a moment, the only sound in the car was the scratching of pens.
Evan: You spent so much time on this plan. Isn't it a shame to just delete it?
I shook my head, and after thinking for a bit, I spoke.
You: No. I just thought you're so busy every day.
You: If even your birthday is just a checklist, then it's no different from any other day.
You: Am I right, President Lu?
The fountain pen made its last stroke on the notepad. The streetlights outside the car flickered, and their light fell into his gentle eyes.
After we shuffled the folded pieces of paper, Evan and I each drew four from the piles of locations and things-to-do.
The pairs of successful strips of paper were placed on the table, like test papers waiting to be graded.
Evan: You look even more nervous than I am.
You: I'm just wondering if we should see this dare through to the end.
Evan: See this dare through to the end?
You: Mm, would you be willing not to look at what's on the paper first?
You: I'll organize the results of our drawing, go scouting beforehand, and keep the surprise for you until the day of your birthday.
Evan raised his hand and ruffled my hair.
Evan: Okay, then I'll put myself in your hands.
Our fingertips touched. I touched his palm through the pen, which still held a bit of warmth.
You: No problem! It's going to be the most special birthday. I promise.
Evan: Just being with you is already the most special birthday.
The car window opened a crack. The evening breeze scattered the smiling last syllable of his words.
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On Evan's birthday, I woke up very early.
The milk was still warming in the microwave, and the fried egg was half-cooked. I casually wiped my hands and shuffled in my slippers to get my phone.
I had already made all the reservations for the places we were going. The locations were all in Xizhi District, so Evan wouldn't have to go too far.
After confirming the details one more time, I was finally able to relax a little.
You: I hope everything goes smoothly!
I wrote a new status on my Moments. The picture I posted was of a little fist for good luck.
Almost as soon as I sent it, Evan's phone call came in.
Evan: Good morning.
The room was very quiet. A gentle breeze lifted, throwing golden shards of sunlight into my arms.
Instead of "good morning," there was a phrase that felt more fitting as an opening line.
You: Happy birthday, Evan.
It was just as quiet on the other end of the line. I felt as if I could only make out his slow, gentle breaths.
Evan: Maybe you can say that to me again when we meet in a little bit?
You: The birthday person is the most important. You can hear it as many times as you want!
Evan couldn't help but laugh. The subtle static on the line made his voice sound even deeper and smoother.
Evan: It seems I have a lot of privileges today.
Evan: Are you still tired? Do you want to sleep a little more? We still have plenty of time.
I was just about to say something when I heard a burst of laughter from the phone.
At the same time, I heard a similar sound on my end, almost in sync.
You: Wait—
I stood frozen for two seconds, then jumped out of bed and rushed to the entryway.
The moment I opened the door, the warm winter sun streamed in, filling the entire hallway.
You: When did you get here...?
Tiny specks of light fell on Evan's shoulders. He turned sideways and met my gaze.
Evan: I just got here.
You: I should be the one going to your place!
Today is his birthday. There's no reason for him to come all this way just to pick me up.
Evan: Didn't you say just now that I have a lot of privileges?
Evan: Then let me use one of them early and change the starting point of our day. Is that alright?
At that moment, I was still in my nightgown. The hat barely covered my head, and its two floppy bunny ears hung down.
You: I... I'm not ready yet!
Evan: It's okay. I'll wait for you.
Evan reached out and moved the disobedient ears back to their original position.
Suddenly, a burnt smell wafted from the kitchen.
You: Oh no!
It was only then that I remembered a poor egg was still struggling in the frying pan.
Evan: I'll handle it.
Evan smiled helplessly, hung his jacket on the freestanding coat rack in the entryway, and went straight into the kitchen.
I quickly brewed the coffee. The rich aroma of the beans diluted some of the burnt smell.
Evan placed the breakfast on the small table on the balcony and took a sip of his coffee.
Evan: It's Geisha coffee. It tastes like something you would like.
He paused, and his gaze moved to me.
Evan: Did I disrupt your rhythm by suddenly showing up?
You: Of course not. It's my fault for being so slow. I didn't expect that I'd even have to rely on you for breakfast in the end.
Evan handed me the other cup of coffee, freed a hand, wrapped it around my waist, and leaned in slightly.
Evan: Then I should have just come over last night, so my little bunny wouldn't have been so clumsy this morning.
The area behind my ear uncontrollably grew warm. I quickly turned around.
You: I'm going to go change.
...
I hid in the walk-in closet and let out a long sigh. A few strands of my hair brushed against my nose, still carrying the faint scent of coffee.
Through the crack in the door, Evan's gentle back gradually filled my view, and my heart was filled with anticipation.
Today is going to be a very, very good day.
It's been a rare good day since the beginning of winter.
The sculpture plaza in front of us is a landmark in Xizhi District. It has existed since the last century and still retains its traditional European style.
The symmetrical, smooth lines outline elegant and complex patterns that have faded slightly with age.
You: The first location we drew was here.
The warm sun shone brightly, drying up the last bit of my damp nervousness.
I turned and stood in front of Evan, walking backward one step at a time.
You: Do you want to guess what we drew to do?
Evan placed a finger on his chin, as if he were deep in thought.
Evan: From what I remember, the things I wrote were all very normal.
Evan: But judging by your expression, it looks like you're saying it's time to give me a hard time?
You: Not at all!
I held the notepad in front of Evan, blocking the smile that was hanging on his lips.
You: Ta-da! Driving in a sculpture plaza. How is this giving you a hard time?!
Evan took the small piece of paper and calmly looked around.
Evan: Driving is easy enough, but this plaza is a restricted driving zone.
I tugged on the corner of his jacket and confidently raised my eyebrows.
You: Come with me!
As we walked through the crowd, laughter mixed with cheerful music became clearer and clearer.
Evan: This is...
In the west corner of the plaza, a dozen toy cars for children were parked in a row.
To fit the overall style of Xizhi District, they were designed to look like old-fashioned convertibles. They were both exquisite and vintage.
I secretly caught a hint of Evan's rare hesitation, and I couldn't help but smile.
You: I couldn't help it. These are the only official vehicles allowed to drive in the plaza.
I nodded at the staff member in charge of the rentals not far away and pressed the lock button.
Before I had even settled in my seat, the spot beside me sank slightly.
Facing Evan, I couldn't help but laugh.
You: It's like I suddenly went back to when I was little. I was short, so everything looked so big.
I patted the control area on the driver's side.
You: The steering wheel is all yours.
Evan was probably already observing the car's structure the moment he sat down. When he heard what I said, he slightly tilted his head.
Evan: You trust me that much?
You: Of course. You can drive wherever you want.
He gently turned the small handle on the right side of the steering wheel. After a few simple tests, he quickly learned how to move forward.
You: Not bad! Not bad! It's moving!
The taillights lit up, creating a gentle breeze in the plaza. It felt as if the whole world had shrunk into this small space.
The central fountain rose and fell with the melodious music. The sunlight plated each flying droplet of water with a faint layer of gold.
Evan: Did you really like playing this when you were a kid?
You: Mm, but I have a terrible sense of direction.
You: Sometimes when there are too many cars, I get nervous. I'd want to turn left, but when I hit the gas, I'd end up going right instead.
Evan: Like this?
Evan suddenly made a sharp turn, and the car's body turned 180 degrees.
You: !
The sudden inertia pushed me into his arms.
In the limited space of the toy car, our clothes rubbed against each other, and I could feel the trace of every wrinkle that formed.
You: Why did you suddenly speed up?!
Evan: I'm sorry. I just wanted to see what the toy car's limits were.
Even though Evan was apologizing, his gentle words clearly hid a mischievous smile.
I heard the same engine sound from behind me. A pink toy car quickly caught up to us.
A young mother and her daughter were in the car, and their joyful laughter slowly dissipated in the wind.
As they drove past, the little girl suddenly turned her head from her mother's arms and waved to us with all her might.
Child: Handsome Uncle! Did you also bring this pretty Jiejie out for a ride?
I couldn't help but purse my lips into a smile. I mimicked the little girl's action and linked my arm with the person beside me.
You: No, Jiejie is the one who brought him.
Then I leaned on Evan's shoulder and added a sentence in a volume that only the two of us could hear.
You: So today, I'm little Evan's guardian.
At this close distance, I could even see every single one of his lowered eyelashes.
Evan was stunned for a moment. The eyes behind his glasses were gradually tinged with a soft smile.
It seemed as if her mother had reminded her of something. The little girl turned her head to face us again.
Child: I hope handsome Uncle and the pretty Jiejie have as much fun as I am! And... that you can come ride the little car every day!
Evan and I looked at each other and smiled, waving at her.
The convertible toy car drove forward. The cold wind that brushed against our faces became gentle in the sunlight.
The hand that was originally resting on the side of the seat was suddenly enveloped by Evan's large hand.
You: Huh?
He put one hand on the steering wheel, slightly lifted his index finger, and pointed to a road sign not too far away.
The sign had a yellow warning on it that read: To prevent getting lost, all parents should hold onto their little ones' hands.
Evan: Weren't you going to be my guardian?
Half of his body moved a little closer to me. Our hair intertwined.
Evan: You have to follow the rules.
You: ...Mm!
The fountain once again shot out a jet of water, like a continuous stream of transparent fireworks.
I gently squeezed Evan's hand back. He slipped his fingers through mine, locking in all of his warmth.
...
Evan: Be careful. There's another step ahead.
We got out of the small toy car, and now we were in an oversized Class A motorhome.
The motorhome was fully equipped. The living room was connected to an open kitchen, and a small round table facing the TV was piled with colorful fizzy drinks.
Evan: I didn't expect there to be a motorhome of this model in the city.
You: Of course. Without a space this big, how are we supposed to fight?
Evan: Fight?
Evan paused for a moment and then let out a light laugh.
Evan: Oh, I see.
You: I've always wanted to ask you, why did you write "fight"?
You: I looked at the small piece of paper over and over again, and I thought I was seeing things.
Evan: Mm...
Evan put his index finger to the corner of his lips and looked at me with great interest.
Evan: It's probably because you occasionally bare your teeth and brandish your claws while bouncing around, looking like you want to challenge me to a duel.
You: No way!
I quietly tried to argue my case. I walked on the thick carpet toward the bedroom. Evan closed the door, pursed his lips into a smile, and followed me.
Evan: I'm curious. In a certain little lady's mind, what kind of place should the word "fight" be paired with?
You: Probably a place like a boxing gym, where you can let out some stress.
You: But in a motorhome, it's a little hard to do.
I looked around, thinking about how we could have a "safe fight," when a soft thing suddenly hit my arm.
I looked up in confusion and saw Evan weighing the pillow in his hand.
Evan: How about we use this?
He moved his body, revealing a pile of soft pillows of all sizes in the corner of the room.
I froze for two seconds, then immediately reacted. I snatched the pillow from his hand and quickly counterattacked.
You: Hehe, one-to-one, it's a tie!
Evan laughed and took a few steps back. He picked up a long pillow to use as a weapon.
I decisively chased after him, not giving him any room to think.
You: Take this--!
The moment I finished speaking, the pillow flew straight out of my hand.
My fingertip caught the zipper and slid it down, accidentally tearing open the seam. In an instant, goose feathers scattered in the air like snow.
Amidst the flying white feathers, a pillow came flying toward me. It barely grazed my arm before falling to the ground.
You: That was a close one!
I randomly picked a few light pillows and threw them one after another, but each time I missed, hitting just the corner of his clothes.
Even though Evan was mostly on the defensive, he wasn't flustered at all. He even had a certain grace.
I, on the other hand, was like a clueless little bunny, chasing after him desperately and scrambling all over the place.
You: How come I feel like... you haven't moved from your spot?
Evan laughed. The curve of his lips was a little deeper than before.
Evan: So if I get a little closer to you, will it be a little easier?
You: Don't let me win on purpose! I can definitely win on my own!
But even with him going so easy on me, I still couldn't hit Evan.
Most of the pillows I threw would either skim past his hair or fly toward his calves.
You: Huff... huff...
Evan's tall figure was only two steps away, separated by a sea of goose feathers.
The moment he stopped, I quickly grabbed a pillow that was almost completely torn open and swiped it forward--
I was too eager and used too much force. The inertia, like an invisible hand, pushed me hard on the back.
You: !!
Before my gasp of surprise could even fall, my whole body flew straight forward.
Evan: Watch out!
Evan took a big step forward and caught me. We both fell heavily into a pile of pillows.
The disturbed goose feathers scattered and drifted in the air.
Evan: Are you okay?
His hands were wrapped tightly around my waist. Our noses were just a hair's breadth away from each other.
You: I'm fine. What about you?
Our lower bodies were pressed against each other. My slightly bent knees could even touch Evan's legs.
I instinctively moved my body a little, and his chest suddenly became tense.
Evan: What's wrong?
Evan's voice was already low, but now it sounded faintly hoarse.
You: I was just thinking, did I hit you just now?
I lowered my head, completely defenseless. He was slightly stunned, and the corners of his eyes and lips curved up helplessly.
Evan: You did.
You: Really?! Then let's continue!
I tried to push myself up from the floor, but Evan gently grabbed my wrist.
His fingertips brushed against my back and he pushed down with a skillful touch.
The upper half of my body, which I had just managed to push up, fell back down again. A warm sensation gradually came through the fabric.
You: Mm... Are we not playing anymore?
Evan: Let's rest for a bit.
Evan closed his eyes, and his steady breath brushed against my ear, making the tip of it feel a little hot.
As my gaze wandered, a very thin feather floated down and landed on his left cheek.
You: Evan.
Evan: Mm?
I grabbed his arm and leaned in a little.
You: Huff—
The feather gently lifted in the breeze. Evan's breathing paused for a moment.
You: Okay.
He didn't say anything. His gentle hand went to the back of my head, shortening the distance between us, little by little.
I was clearly on top, but the person underneath me was still in control.
I nervously clutched the corner of his jacket. Suddenly, his breathing stopped at the most dangerous spot.
Evan opened his eyes a crack and looked at me with a half-smile.
Evan: Thank you.
I was stunned for a long time. After we made eye contact for a few seconds with me pursing my lips, I started to laugh.
You: You were teasing me! Mm... I'll punish you by having you help me clean this mess up!
The hand around my waist loosened, and his expression relaxed as well.
Evan: Okay.
The soft winter sunlight leaked through the shadows of the trees, dappling an unremarkable wooden sign.
"Film Photo Studio," the oldest photo studio in Xizhi District.
We pushed the door open and went inside. A little white cat jumped down from the table, lazily stretched its body, and then leaped to Evan's feet, affectionately rubbing against him.
You: It seems to really like you.
Evan: Maybe that's because it's not the first time we've met.
You: Huh?
Evan: I used to drive by here a lot and would often see it wandering around this area.
Evan: Before the owner took it in, I brought it food a few times.
As we were talking, the little white cat leaped forward, leading us through a variety of photo studios.
We walked all the way to the innermost room. The lighting was great. You could even see dust floating in the air.
You: This is the prop room. The owner is still shooting, so he told us to wait for him here.
Evan: So, "having a class in a photo studio"... is actually learning photography?
You: Bingo!
I simply adjusted the parameters and handed a full-frame DSLR to Evan.
You: From what I remember, you seem to really enjoy working with machines.
Before, at the watch collector's workshop, the concentration and enjoyment that Evan unintentionally showed made him look radiant.
You: Give it a try. Maybe you'll also be interested in cameras.
Evan flipped the viewfinder of the camera and tried switching to different shooting modes.
You: There are many ways to compose a picture. As for me, I usually prefer using leading lines.
I moved a little closer to Evan, took the camera in his hands, and pointed the lens at a corner of the prop room.
You: Roads, rivers, trees, and even people's gazes can be used as leading lines to attract the viewer's eye.
Evan: So, as long as there is a linear relationship, it works?
You: Exactly. For example, like this--
I picked up a marker and started drawing on the whiteboard, trying to show the unique features of the composition as straightforwardly as possible.
Click-- I suddenly heard the sound of a camera shutter from behind me.
I turned around and saw Evan holding the camera, moving the lens away from me.
You: Why are you taking a sneak photo of me?!
Evan: Was I? I was just trying out leading lines composition.
Just as he finished speaking, he unhurriedly walked up to me and took the marker from my hand.
I leaned in curiously, wanting to see what he was drawing.
Unfortunately, Evan was so tall that I could only try to lean forward.
Evan: Teacher.
You: Huh?
Before I could react, Evan suddenly raised a hand and put it on the whiteboard, completely enclosing me in the crook of his arm.
This was a distance that was too close. The marker's mark on the whiteboard drew a flirtatious impression on my heart.
Evan: Does a composition like this work, too?
I instinctively followed Evan's question with my eyes and met his gaze. He, however, suddenly leaned in.
You: I'm really just an amateur...
Evan: Is that so? But I think you're a great teacher.
Evan reached out, took off his glasses, and put them on my face. A hint of flirtation settled in his eyes.
Evan: I hope Teacher Y/N will give me many pointers.
With our heartbeats overlapping, I could only let my cheeks turn crimson, little by little.
So I simply spread my palm open and looked up to meet his gaze.
You: So, student Evan, what did you just take a picture of? Can I see?
Evan: Of course. But before that, I want to practice with one more shot.
Evan raised his camera, and I heard the whirring of the autofocus.
You: Isn't this a little too close?
Evan: Is it?
He curved his lips into a smile. The camera that was between us instantly vanished, leaving only our close breaths.
Evan: I remember a certain photographer once said that if your photos aren't good enough, it's because you're not close enough.
His warm voice breathed against my ear, like a carefully laid trap.
Suddenly, a flash went off, but it wasn't from the camera in Evan's hands.
The door to the prop room had been pushed open at some point. The little white cat meowed and dashed in, breaking the romantic atmosphere.
I followed the sound with my eyes. The owner put down his camera and scratched his head shyly.
Owner: Uh... the lighting was so good, I couldn't resist.
I quickly moved away from Evan and instinctively touched my hot earlobe.
He, however, naturally took my hand and sat down beside me.
The short photography lesson officially began. The owner's explanation was simple and easy to understand, and before I knew it, it was evening.
Hidden by the desk, his fingers, which were pressed against my palm, never let go.
While the owner turned to demonstrate a shot, Evan's deliberately lowered voice quietly slipped past.
Evan: Listening to the little teacher's class is still more interesting.
I still pretended to listen attentively, but my heart felt as if it had been brushed by a feather.
One by one, amidst the continuous clicks of the shutter, we slowly intertwined our fingers, gently rubbing the lines on each other's palms.
The sunset streamed in through the window. The moment the camera captured the shot was particularly quiet and gentle.
It wasn't until we left the photo studio that I realized the sunset had already gathered all its light.
Our elongated shadows on the concrete stretched all the way to the corner where the neon lights were flashing.
We followed the crowd into the live house. Everyone had a cyan stamp with a different number on the back of their hand. It was the unique entry pass.
You: Evan, over here!
The noise that came toward us immediately separated us. I stood on my tiptoes and cupped my hands around my mouth.
Just as I finished speaking, the deep bass created a sound wave, and the cheers climbed higher and higher.
Men and women swayed their heads, pogoed wildly, and let out all their pent-up emotions.
Evan stopped. He carefully made out the shape of my lips and quickly walked toward me.
I held up my phone and waved the screen in front of him.
The note in the picture! It read "live house" and "listen to music." What a rare, perfect match.
You: If others whistle, just follow along. If everyone shouts "encore," then you shout "encore" with them.
You: In short, you can do whatever you want. The most important thing is to enjoy yourself!
Light and shadow constantly alternated on Evan's face, sweeping over his unbuttoned sweater.
Perhaps because everyone here was so close, I wasn't afraid to stand close to him.
You: Is it too loud? Do you want to go to the front and take a look?
Evan bent down in the roaring crowd, and his hot breath fell on my ear.
Evan: Are you worried about me?
You: Mm, I was worried you would feel out of place.
You: After all... this must be your first time here, right?
The moment the light ball spun around, he grabbed my waist, and a thoughtful smile curved on his lips.
Evan: Okay, then this will be my first time.
What does "then" mean...?
Before I had time to figure out the deeper meaning, two familiar numbers came out of the microphone.
Lead Singer: Are there any friends with number 22 and 23? Raise your hands—
I blankly raised the back of my hand. The same numbers were clearly written on it. A commotion came from the crowd around us.
Audience A: Wow, I'm so jealous! I want to go up there and sing, too!
Audience B: Me too, me too. I'd be happy to just stand on the side and clap along, boo-hoo-hoo!
Inviting the audience to go on stage during the intermission is this band's signature routine.
Evan and I were pushed to the very front by the surging crowd. The applause naturally led the atmosphere to a climax.
He stepped onto the stage, gently lifted my waist, and helped me stand on it firmly.
The lights swayed. Through the loud cheers, I could hear my own rapid breathing.
Suddenly, the hand that was on mine tightened slightly.
Evan: "The most important thing is to enjoy yourself," you said that just now.
His deep and smooth voice sounded in my ear, completely dissolving my nervous feelings.
So I no longer hesitated. I took the microphone and held it in my hand.
Evan: Are you ready?
You: Mm!
The black and white keys were struck. The guitar strings were quickly plucked, creating a deafening sound wave.
Evan's voice and mine intertwined. We freely let go in the music.
During the instrumental break, I secretly tickled his palm and mouthed to him.
You: Our chemistry is a perfect score.
And in the blurry scattered light, he quietly squeezed my wiggling fingers.
The drums were hit like raindrops, and the other instruments wildly strummed their strings one after another, entering the modulated chorus's climax.
The music reached its peak and then suddenly stopped. The loudest sound source in the entire live house disappeared.
The sudden silence amplified the sound of our heartbeats, as if the entire world only consisted of this one corner of the stage.
Perhaps it was the magic of the music. In that moment, a very bold idea suddenly came to my mind.
I whispered a few words into the lead singer's ear. He quickly smiled and gave me an OK sign.
I took a deep breath. With one hand, I placed it on the keyboard of the electronic piano. Intermittent single notes flowed from my fingertips.
sol, sol, la, sol, do, si...
The crowd stirred and whispered to each other, but soon, they also grew quiet.
Audience A: Huh? It's the Happy Birthday song--
I moved closer to the microphone and started humming and singing along with the gradually building beat.
After a few seconds of hesitation, Evan's eyes were filled with many subtle emotions. There was surprise, warmth, and indulgence. And finally, it was tinged with a gentle tenderness that flowed like a silent stream.
He took a few steps forward and stood beside me. He also placed his hand on the electronic piano keys.
Evan: Just leave this part to me.
Evan played a gentle accompaniment to my voice. The scattered voices from the crowd gradually gathered into a chorus.
As the last note landed, champagne, with its foam, burst from the bottle, bringing with it a wave of screams.
Amidst the deafening clamor, Evan's hot breath puffed against my ear, heard only by me.
Evan: Thank you, Y/N.
Just as I was about to speak, Evan held my hand and his gaze fell on my eyes.
The light ball had stopped spinning, but why did I feel that everywhere I looked was filled with stars?
After we stayed at the live house for a while, I was covered in streamers, confetti, and champagne foam.
Evan: If you don't change your clothes, you'll catch a cold very easily.
Evan put his jacket over my shoulders and slightly turned up the car's heater.
The taillights left a light trail in the darkness. We drove past a long street, and the buildings around us started to look familiar.
This was Evan's residence in Xizhi. It was a Victorian-style villa.
Evan: What are you thinking about that's making you so happy?
You: I just remembered that the last time I came to visit, I was also soaking wet and wearing your coat.
Evan was slightly stunned, and then he started to laugh.
We had just been pulled away from the noise, and now, being back indoors felt especially warm and cozy.
Evan: Go take a shower upstairs first. Auntie Wang will prepare some clean clothes for you.
Evan: If you get bored later, you can go to my study and stay there for a bit.
You: What about you?
Evan: I'll go wash up downstairs.
Evan stopped in his tracks, and with a smile, he gently stroked my cheek.
Evan: Or are you saying that you want me to stay here?
You: !
Strange, flirtatious images couldn't help but appear in front of my eyes. I grabbed my bag and quickly fled upstairs.
After I finished washing up, my body immediately relaxed.
Evan still hadn't appeared. I had no choice but to take the cake and go to his study to wait for him.
I was just about to grab a book to pass the time, but my gaze was drawn to the chess set on the low table.
It was an endgame, and the two sides were evenly matched.
I was so engrossed that I didn't notice someone approaching until a large shadow loomed behind me.
Evan leaned down and placed a hand on the table. His deep voice sounded next to my ear.
Evan: Thinking so intently?
You: Mm, I don't understand some parts.
I was about to say more, but as soon as I looked up and saw him, my words were swallowed before I could say them.
Evan was wearing a gray robe. A soft sheen, unique to satin, flowed from the collar.
The belt was loosely tied on the left side. A single drop of water slid over his rippling chest and disappeared into a place that invited imagination.
Evan: Do you want to continue this game of chess?
He turned his head to look at me. My gaze, which had nowhere to go, finally fell back on the chessboard.
I was playing as White, and Evan was playing as Black. The originally tense situation was starting to shift.
I kept thinking there was an opportunity, so I continuously pressured the center, only to fall into a trap.
You: I feel like no matter what I do, I'll lose...
I cupped my chin, and I had no choice but to feign a move first, praying that he would fall for it.
Evan leaned lazily against the table, reached out, picked up his queen, and gently caressed it between his fingers.
Rather than saying it was an unconscious act of fiddling while he thought, it was more like a kind of scrutiny, as if he had everything under his control.
You: Why are you thinking for so long? Black has the advantage, right?
He didn't answer directly. Instead, he let the light reflect off the chess piece, creating tiny glimmers.
Evan: You can't take any situation lightly, no matter how simple it is.
Evan: Once a piece is moved, there's no turning back. It's the same rule, no matter what world you're in.
Evan: That's the one thing I heard the most when I first started learning how to play chess.
You: But rules are rules, and we are us.
I lifted my fingers, brushed past Evan's palm, took the piece from him, and placed it on the board at random.
The spot where I placed the piece couldn't break the stalemate, and it didn't even have any logic or meaning. But what does that matter?
I raised my smiling eyes to meet his.
You: At least in my world, you'll always have room for a do-over.
After a moment of being stunned, Evan's lips curved up slightly.
Evan: Then can I be allowed a do-over right now?
You: Huh? A do-over for what?
Evan reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer. His voice, deliberately lowered, was a little seductive.
Evan: I originally said I was going to play chess with you...
Evan: But now, I have something more important I want to do.
Evan took my hand. His thumb pad gently caressed the back of my hand.
My heart gave an uncontrollable little flutter, and even my voice became weak.
You: We haven't eaten the cake yet...
I slightly turned my body and opened the beautifully wrapped paper box.
The cake was small, only four inches. Fresh strawberries were scattered on top of the cream.
I took out a candle and lit it. Shuffling in my slippers, I turned off the main lights in the study one by one and then returned to Evan's side.
You: Okay.
The candlelight gave his face an unreal texture, making it appear softer than usual.
Evan: Just one candle?
You: Mm-hm, because it doesn't represent your age. It represents the first birthday I'm spending with you.
You: So, next year there will be two, and the year after that, three... And there will be many, many more in the future!
The tiny, fragmented candlelight wasn't as bright as the moonlight, but it was much more gentle.
I closed my eyes before Evan did.
You: Come on, make a wish!
Even though it was Evan's birthday, I couldn't help but make a silent wish in my heart.
I hope that I can spend many birthdays and many days and nights with you.
To touch the boundaries of the past together, and to seize the unknown future together.
The moment the candle was blown out, I grabbed Evan's collar and leaned close to his ear.
You: Happy birthday, Evan.
In the unlit space, a tingly sensation landed on my cheek, collecting all the dimness.
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Sculpture Plaza
A European-style plaza from the last century. The mottled stone bricks witness history and also witness you and me.
The toy car was a little crowded, but our smiles were boundless.
..
Pickup Motorhome
The motorhome carries the dreams of freedom of city dwellers. Travel through life, and live through travel.
Let's buy a motorhome someday. It can be small and cozy, and the world can be our home.
..
Film Photo Studio
The photo studio owner says: A photo without a person is a landscape. A photo with a person is a memory.
I love every single one. How about we just print them all out?
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Live Performance
When you want to escape, you might as well hide in a live house first and enjoy a moment of clamor.
In the clamor of the crowd, to say "Happy Birthday" to you.
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Lu Family's Residence
In the depths of a bustling city lies Evan's residence, which carries Evan's untold, secret moments.
With me, you'll always have room for a do-over.
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TEXT MESSAGE 1
Evan: Have you been busy with something these past few days?
You: Hehe, that's a secret for now!
Evan: According to the rules of the game, I should cooperate with you and keep it a mystery.
Evan: But in reality, I'm still a little curious.
Evan: Can you give me a small clue first?
You: The keyword is: residential area!
Evan: A residential area? That clue has me stumped.
Evan: Is it a community event?
You: Haha, I bet you didn't expect that! It's actually a residential area's environmental design competition.
Evan: I can understand what kind of competition it is from the name. My school used to have similar environmental events too.
Evan: But why did you suddenly decide to participate?
You: This event is very meaningful. Anyone can participate, even if you're not a professional designer. You should give it a try.
Evan: I would never refuse your invitation.
Evan: It's just that I'd rather be your partner than your competitor.
TEXT MESSAGE 2
Evan: Did you try on the dress I sent you?
You: The dress? Is it in this box on my desk?
Evan: If it's a gift box tied with a red ribbon, then yes, that's it.
Evan: I originally wanted to surprise you, so I didn't tell you what was in the box.
Evan: You can open it now and see if the clothes fit.
You: The style of this dress is very vintage, and the color is very intense. I feel like it's more suitable for certain special occasions.
Evan: Your intuition is very accurate.
Evan: The theme of this dress is the Thornbird, a bird that sings with blood until its life is exhausted.
Evan: Everyone has a different interpretation of it. I'm very curious to hear your opinion.
You: It pierces its chest with a thorn and sings until it dies. It's very tragic and beautiful, and also very romantic.
Evan: "True love and all beautiful things must be exchanged for a price that is hard to imagine."
Evan: The beauty that is born from pain and sorrow is even more shocking.
Evan: I think that in your eyes, as a designer, this story should have a more profound meaning.
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TIMELINE POST 1
Evan: It seems that for a long journey, a more reliable method should be chosen.
You: The bike actually got a flat tire. That's so unlucky!
Evan's Response: Although it was an accident, we were also very lucky. We got to see scenery that you can only see on foot.
TIMELINE POST 2
Evan: It's a very lucky thing to still have the right to a do-over after making a move.
You: Teacher Evan, your chess skills are so good. Teach me~
Evan's Response: It would be my honor.
TIMELINE POST 3
Evan: I've come to a conclusion: Chemistry is not about how long it takes to adjust. It's about whether you're in sync from the start.
You: Then would our stage performance count as "hitting it off instantly"?
Evan's Response: For me, it could even be considered a surprise.
TIMELINE POST 4
Evan: I'm a student again. I learned about leading lines composition from Teacher Y/N.
You: Student Evan, you have a real talent for photography. You get it instantly~
Evan's Response: Maybe it's because the encouragement from my guardian brought out my potential.
TIMELINE POST 5
Evan: In games with Y/N, losing seems to have become the norm.
You: No way. If you hadn't gone easy on me, I wouldn't have had a chance to win.
Evan's Response: Maybe when I see how serious you are, I can't help but let my guard down.
TIMELINE POST 6
Evan: A new driver on the road. I'll have to ask my guardian to look after me.
You: You're a new driver and you're already so good. You must be very talented!
Evan's Response: Maybe it's because my guardian's encouragement brought out my potential.
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情人 （2022年9月15日首发，2024年1月7日完结，共12章）
【陆沉/我】情人 - Chapter 1 - Arien_Luv - 光与夜之恋 | Light and Night (Visual Novel) [Archive of Our Own]
Only Fools Rush In （2022年10月9日首发，长期更新）
【陆沉/我】Only Fools Rush In - Chapter 1 - Arien_Luv - 光与夜之恋 | Light and Night (Visual Novel) [Archive of Our Own]
请来爱我 （2023年10月5日发布）
【陆沉/我】请来爱我 - Arien_Luv - 光与夜之恋 | Light and Night (Visual Novel) [Archive of Our Own]
Hi, nice to meet you. My name is Arien. (Yes this is a name from the Silmarillion lol)
I occasionally share fanfiction and various posts on AO3 and Tumblr — including game plot reviews, literary or film commentary, original works, and more.
My writing primarily revolves around 陆沉 (Evan Lu), who carries a great deal of meaning for me. The main reason I started this blog is to connect and share with others who also love him.
Feel free to send me questions through the Ask Me Anything feature — I’ll reply as soon as I can.
I have published multiple works in Chinese related to 光与夜之恋 (Light and Night) on Archive of Our Own, including but not limited to:
Lover
【陆沉/我】情人 - Chapter 1 - Arien_Luv - 光与夜之恋 | Light and Night (Visual Novel) [Archive of Our Own]
Only Fools Rush In
【陆沉/我】Only Fools Rush In - Chapter 1 - Arien_Luv - 光与夜之恋 | Light and Night (Visual Novel) [Archive of Our Own]
If You Would Love Me
【陆沉/我】请来爱我 - Arien_Luv - 光与夜之恋 | Light and Night (Visual Novel) [Archive of Our Own]
I plan to translate my works into English, though I’m not sure when they’ll be done properly.
Working late into the night, I rubbed my aching back and stood up to stretch. After working non-stop, my body felt sluggish, as if protesting against my tireless brain.
I tidied my desk, turned off the lights, and prepared to leave. Looking out from the pitch-dark room, the LED advertisement outside the window was especially dazzling. On the towering screen, stars glittered, and a spaceship approached Mars. "Manned spacecraft Dance to undergo final testing."
I suddenly remembered dreaming of flying in the night sky when I was a child. In my dream, I plucked stars to use as buttons, and my entire being shimmered, illuminated by starlight...
I looked up at the night sky. Aside from the blue-violet neon lights, there was nothing.
You: It's really been a long time since I've seen stars.
Ding-dong—a crisp sound. My phone chimed with a new message notification.
I tapped to open it. It was an email titled, "Aerospace Bureau x Designer: Collaborative Watch Design Competition Application Form."
You: !!
All I needed to do was sign my name to confirm my participation. The ultimate winner would have their work travel into space aboard the Dance spacecraft.
The opportunity came at such a perfect moment, almost as if the heavens had heard my sigh for this starless night.
But could I seize it? I frowned, looking at the watch design requirements. The work had to be a mechanical watch... a field I had never touched. The theme was "Humanity and the Stars"—
Taking a deep breath, I carefully wrote down my name.
No matter what, I had to try. I repeated the design theme several times, my chest filled with a joyous heartbeat.
On a Saturday afternoon, I arrived at a private watch collection workshop. The buildings nestled among the trees, consisting of a villa and a clock tower.
The clock tower soared into the clouds. Behind its massive hands, gears could be faintly seen turning. Unfortunately, it seemed to have been sealed by its owner for a long time, with moss crawling up its high walls.
This place not only housed many discontinued mechanical watches for viewing, but also occasionally featured impromptu talks by seasoned watch enthusiasts and watchmakers.
You: I hope I can run into one of them.
Entering the building, a bustling crowd filled my sight. Strangely, they weren't lingering by the display cases but were sitting or standing, gathered in a circle.
??: ...Although this self-produced movement isn't as slender and delicate as the ETA universal movement...
It's a sharing session! I quickly found a gap in the crowd and stood on my tiptoes, trying to get a clearer look at the speaker and the watch he was displaying.
But this voice, why does it sound so familiar, just like—
You: Evan?!
From a distance, Evan sat by a wooden table, his familiar suit jacket draped nearby. The table was covered with tiny parts. He was casually assembling and disassembling them, his slender fingers deftly turning and twisting, his movements skilled and practiced.
The metal reflected the sunlight streaming into the room. Tiny bright spots danced on Evan's hair, adding a touch of liveliness to his dignified and focused expression.
After completing a series of operations, he looked up to explain to the crowd. As if sensing something, his gaze stopped in a gap, on my face.
You: Ah...
Our eyes met. Evan first paused, then the corners of his eyes curved into a knowing smile.
After standing on tiptoes for a while, my calves began to ache. I could barely stand still and almost bumped into the person next to me.
Evan was preparing to open the back cover of another watch. I desperately wanted to see it clearly, but my trembling feet wouldn't allow it. The moment my strength gave way and I stepped back onto flat ground, a dense wall of people blocked my view.
You: How about finding another spot...?
You: Hmm... so crowded... I can't get through.
I felt a little disappointed. Just then, a voice spoke.
Evan: This watch cover is very tight. It has no pry opening and cannot be opened by hand.
Evan: Could I trouble the young lady in the champagne-colored sweater to come up and help me hold the watch opener?
Huh? Champagne-colored sweater?
I looked down at myself, then scanned my surroundings. It seemed I was the only one wearing a sweater of that color. Was Evan calling me?
After a small commotion and some looking around, people seemed to realize as well, and a narrow, spontaneously formed path opened up before me.
Visitor A: Go quickly! He's talking about you.
Along the way, there was a continuous murmur of discussions—
Visitor B: Is she also a mechanical watch expert? Why haven't I seen her here before?
Visitor C: I really want to see Mr. Lu disassemble a watch up close. It's truly art.
Mr. Lu... the people here seem to know Evan. Does he come here often?
My thoughts wandered. Before I knew it, I had reached the front of the crowd, with only a long table separating me from Evan.
Evan looked up, his eyes behind his glasses bright and gentle.
Evan: Thank you. Just hold it here.
To avoid blocking the view of others, I tried to squat as low as possible. However, the table wasn't very tall, and the watch parts were too small. Just as I didn't know what to do—
Evan: It's okay. You can come closer to me.
You: Mm, okay...
I walked to his side, pressed both hands on the watch opener from the side, and carefully adjusted my arm position so as not to hinder Evan's movements.
Evan chuckled softly at this moment.
Evan: No need to work so hard. You won't hinder me. Just relax a bit.
His low voice in my ear, his soft breath on the side of my neck, made my heart feel a little ticklish.
Evan adjusted the position of the watch case, slowly rotated the handle, aimed the blade at the joint, and applied force to pry it open.
Our arms brushed lightly, close yet not quite touching. Warmth spread little by little. My face felt steamed and uncomfortable, but my heart seemed content with such proximity, not wanting to move away at all.
Suddenly, the silver back cover flipped open with a thunk near my hand, almost sliding off the table. I quickly cupped it back, coincidentally noticing an unusual groove on the edge.
You: This watch has a pry opening...
Then why did Evan—I looked over at him.
Evan was focused on the task at hand, but a sidelong glance from his eye revealed a cunning expression I had never seen before. I almost imagined him raising his index finger to his lips, saying "shhh."
He took the slipped back cover and placed it aside.
Evan: Thank you. But please wait a moment longer. I might need your help again later.
So I naturally stood beside him, watching him display the watch's internal structure from an enviable close distance. In the moments when people focused on the watch in his hand, he tilted his head slightly.
Evan: Can you see clearly?
You: Mm... very clearly, thank you.
Evan didn't speak, just curled his lips into a gentle smile.
A moment later, the sharing session ended, and people slowly dispersed. Evan reassembled the watch, neatly putting the extra parts back in their respective categories, and then strolled with me around the venue.
You: Evan, that watch just now seemed very special?
These past few days, I've been cramming watch knowledge. I've mostly grasped common internal structures, but that one was different from anything I knew.
Evan: That's right. It's a cherished piece from a senior collector. It's rare that he's willing to let me disassemble it for everyone to view today.
You: So it was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!
Evan: Why are you suddenly smiling so happily?
You: Evan, it's all thanks to you! I almost missed such a special watch.
You: No wonder you insisted on having me come up to the stage.
Evan: Actually... it's not entirely like that.
Evan: I just saw you standing on your tiptoes, desperately trying to see, and felt like I should fulfill your wish.
You: !!
Evan: Speaking of which, why are you here? Interested in watches?
You: Hmm, actually, I'm preparing to participate in a collaborative watch design competition and wanted to come here for inspiration...
As I was speaking, I suddenly remembered that in my excitement just now, I had forgotten to ask the most important question.
You: Evan, what about you? Have you studied watchmaking?
Otherwise, he wouldn't be able to hold such sharing sessions, let alone smoothly disassemble and assemble mechanical watch components.
Evan: Unfortunately, I haven't formally studied it. I'm just an enthusiast.
You: That's amazing...
You: How wonderful it would be if I could borrow your brain and hands for a day—
Evan chuckled, raising his hand to gently ruffle my head.
Evan: Although I can't lend them to you, I'm very willing to help you find inspiration. Tell me, is there anything I can do?
To find inspiration, where should I start...?
Option 1: Find theme-related inspiration
Option 2: Look at the Internal Structure Again
Option 3: Visit the collection
Option 4: Do none of the above
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Option 1: Find theme-related inspiration
You: The theme for this design is "Humanity and the Stars." My ideas so far just aren't good enough—
Evan nodded knowingly, frowning in thought for a moment before his expression relaxed.
Evan: Perhaps there's a place that would be very suitable for you.
You: Really? Where is it?!
Unlike my excitement, Evan's smile held a gentle, soothing quality.
Evan: Don't rush. I'll take you later tonight. The view there is best after dark.
Evan: As for now, you need to rest for a while. You can't create vibrant designs with those dark circles under your eyes.
You: Are they that obvious...? I even put on makeup to cover them.
I touched under my eyes, feeling embarrassed. Indeed, for this competition, I hadn't slept in my bed for several nights and was already starting to feel a bit tired.
The second floor of the collection workshop had several resting lounges, most of them occupied by watch enthusiasts drinking tea and chatting. Only the smallest one near the corner was empty.
I sat down on the sofa, unable to resist stretching my legs, which had been walking all day. I felt every muscle creak. But I was mindful of Evan beside me, so I didn't dare to be too unrestrained in my movements.
Seeing this, Evan helplessly shook his head and turned his back to admire the small bridge and flowing water outside the window.
Evan: You can stretch as much as you like. I won't watch.
The setting sun pierced through the windowpanes, casting light into the room. Evan stood in this oblique sunlight. I could only see his profile. Golden-red dust motes danced around him, making him seem enveloped in a dreamlike haze.
So familiar, yet so unreal, just like him when he was disassembling the watch earlier.
You: Evan?
Hearing my call, Evan walked to the sofa and sat down, raising his eyebrows slightly.
You: Why do you like mechanical watches?
Evan: Why, you ask...?
Evan: Perhaps because I find the sound they make very charming.
You: The sound?
Evan nodded and raised his hand, swaying it slightly. The cuff of his suit slipped down a bit, revealing a dark wristwatch with a deep red dial that exuded a velvet-like luster.
Evan: It's just that the environment is quite noisy now, so you'll have to get very close to hear it.
He brought his wrist close to my ear. Immediately, a rapid, even, and light rhythm tapped against my earlobe. Listening carefully, I could also hear the faint echo of the central second hand, vaguely like a floating hairspring.
You: It really is a rich sound!
I excitedly turned my face to look at him. In a flash, my lips lightly brushed against the skin on his wrist. It was only for a brief moment, but the warm, dry touch, the cool scent—everything was so vivid.
You: I'm sorry! I didn't do it on purpose!
Evan froze for a second, then stared steadily at my somewhat flustered face. Soon, he lowered his head and chuckled softly.
Evan: Even if you did it on purpose, it's alright.
My ears were filled with a faint buzzing. It felt as if there was a half-melted piece of malt candy in my heart, its sweet syrup slowly dripping down, sticking all my rationality together.
Neither of us spoke. We sat together in silence on the sofa. As dusk approached, the flow of visitors likely decreased significantly, and the clamor faded away.
Whether it was an illusion or real, the sound of the gears turning on Evan's wrist became increasingly distinct. So distinct that—
You: I'm starting to feel sleepy...
Evan: Then sleep. There's still time until night. I'll wake you up.
You: Okay. But, you have to wake me up.
You: No matter how soundly I sleep, you still have to wake me up...
My words grew softer and softer towards the end, becoming indistinct even to myself. But Evan understood. His large hand covered my eyes, bringing a comfortable darkness.
Evan: Don't worry. I'll definitely wake you.
The girl's sleeping posture was initially quite proper, but then, perhaps finding it uncomfortable, she lightly hummed and shifted restlessly.
Finally, as if taking the person beside her for a pillow, she trustingly leaned against Evan's shoulder, and her breathing became deep and even again.
Evan sighed helplessly, reaching out to pull the girl closer.
Suddenly, his other hand was caught. Slender fingers brushed over his distinct knuckles, gently kneading.
You: Movement... balance wheel... escapement...
Evan: Are you assembling my hand like a watch?
Evan looked up, watching the tassels hanging from the overhead lamp.
Mechanical watches, for him, weren't solely good memories. The joy of assembly, the faint mechanical hum of a smoothly running timepiece—he had indeed fallen in love with these.
But in the dead of night, with only the soft ticking echoing in the empty room, that ceaseless sound gradually became terrifying. It was like—
Younger Evan: When people die, they'll just keep on ticking like this...
You: Evan... I didn't realize you liked mechanical watches. It's really great we came here today...
But now, there was another breath beside him.
...
In a haze, someone was calling my name. I groggily woke up, my eyelids still stuck together.
Evan: Y/N, wake up.
I opened my eyes, and before me was a vast expanse of white, and a tie... Wait, a tie?
I fully woke up, pulling away a little. Pure light streamed down, filling the space between Evan and me with a river of moonlight.
One of his hands was still protectively around my waist. My gaze fell upon his gently rising and falling chest, and his deep, focused eyes behind his glasses.
You: Was I... leaning on you the whole time?
Evan: Yes. You seemed to be sleeping very comfortably. I'm honored.
I had nothing to say, or perhaps I didn't want to say anything. In the end, I just nodded, blushing.
You: Mm, very comfortable...
Evan: Now, we should go to that place.
He took my hand and walked towards the back exit of the hall. The hall was already empty of people, with only a few staff members diligently cleaning and counting. I followed, not knowing why, my heart filled with both confusion and anticipation.
Unexpectedly, we walked all the way to the clock tower. I looked at the large brass lock on the door and sighed.
You: It looks like it's been locked for a very long time...
Before my words fell, Evan took out a brass key from his pocket.
You: This—could it be?
Evan: Yes.
As I stared in astonishment, he inserted the key into the keyhole, gently twisted it, and with a click, the lock opened.
Evan: This clock museum was opened by Uncle Pan. He's also a great collector of timepieces.
As he spoke, he pushed open the heavy wooden door. A slightly stale scent drifted out with a creak, then quickly dissipated into the evening breeze.
On the ground floor of the clock tower, two winding staircases continuously intertwined upwards, extending directly to the very top. Through the DNA-like structure, one could faintly see the gears grinding and the massive clock at the highest level. All of it created an awe-inspiring sense of grandeur and weight.
I glanced at the wooden staircase, which already showed some empty gaps, then at the dimly lit interior of the clock tower. My heart felt a little uneasy. Yet, when I turned to look at Evan, I saw a rare hint of anticipation in his eyes. He was here to help me find inspiration, so what was he looking forward to?
Evan: Would you like to go up with me?
Evan: Don't worry. I'll find a secure foothold for every step. You just need to give me your hand.
Evan: I promise, the view from the top won't disappoint you.
Evan extended his hand to me, gracefully, as if inviting me to dance. His gaze was like winter sunlight, warm and gentle. So, I couldn't help but place my hand in his palm, letting him lead me forward together.
You: Then, I'll leave it to you.
We slowly ascended the stairs. Just as Evan said, he walked sideways, with half his face towards me, carefully checking each step, as steady and dependable as always. However, the strength with which he held my hand was greater than usual, and the warmth of his skin was higher. It was as if some intense emotion, unable to be expressed through his expression or words, continually flowed from every part of his body.
You: Evan... You seem a bit different from usual?
Evan was silent for a moment. The wind from the forest, passing through the clock tower's narrow side windows, blew his meticulously combed hair onto his forehead.
Evan: You're right. I'm very happy right now.
Evan: Every step you're taking now is a step I ran as a child.
You: Huh?! So, this place holds your childhood memories?
Evan: In the summer, I loved watching stars and listening to the clock from this rooftop. Sleepless nights.
I looked up at him, so close. Evan, lost in memories, was gentler than usual, yet something within him burned like a flame, leaving its mark in my sight.
We moved like we were dancing a duet. All around us were only the increasingly harmonious sounds of our footsteps and the gentle creaking of the stairs. Under his guidance, one moonlit window after another receded past us.
Evan: One more minute.
You: One more minute for what? Are we there?
Evan smiled as he looked at me. His eyes, tinged with a deep red, were full of mystery.
I followed his gaze. The winding staircase beneath our feet reached its end, and a section of frosted glass steps led straight up. He held me firmly, then suddenly quickened his pace. Pulled along by him, I involuntarily started running up the stairs.
A glance from the corner of my eye at our current height made me gasp.
You: Oh god, it's so high.
My legs instantly went weak. I dared not look back again and climbed straight to the rooftop, bracing myself on my knees, panting awkwardly, until Evan's voice reached my ear.
He stood with his back to the gears. The two colossal parts meshed behind him, and after a brief silence, a resounding chime echoed through the clock tower.
The sound was so loud, so impactful, it almost felt solid. I couldn't tell if it was the wind or the bell chiming that stirred the stray hairs on Evan's forehead.
In a daze, the person standing before me still seemed to be that spirited boy, accompanied by the chiming bells and the stars.
As the last chime faded, the moon reached its zenith, illuminating the clock face.
The distant city lights became faint here, serving only as a backdrop to the starry sky. I gazed up at the galaxy overhead and couldn't help but exclaim.
You: This view is truly beautiful! Evan, thank you, really!
Evan: Now, I actually think the steps we walked up earlier were more beautiful.
Thinking of the somewhat aged steps and how clumsy and scared of heights I was during the last section of the climb, I couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
You: Wh... why?
Evan: Our steps were very much like Pluto and Charon.
You: Pluto and Charon?
I looked at Evan, feeling a bit bewildered.
The night breeze was cool. He took off his jacket and draped it over my shoulders, then pointed to the sky.
Evan: Charon is a moon orbiting Pluto.
Evan: It's very special because its orbital period around Pluto is the same as its rotational period.
Evan: This means that no matter how they rotate, Charon and Pluto are always "facing" each other.
Recalling us always facing each other on the winding staircase, a hint of sweetness quietly spread through my heart.
Evan: And Pluto has no fixed orbit. When it roams, escapes, or deviates in the universe...
You: Charon always stays by its side.
Evan: When I was little, I used to think how boring such endless companionship must be.
Evan: But it wasn't until today that I realized, when facing each other is a pleasure, time becomes irrelevant.
The moonlight reflected by the clock face was so bright that I could clearly see my flushed face reflected in his bright eyes.
I was powerless to resist his deepening gaze. Unable to control the blush on my face, I quickly turned my head to look at the night sky.
You: Hmm! So where is Pluto? Is it over there?
Evan's cool hand took my fingers and drew a large circle in the air. My gaze followed, but he didn't stop at any particular point.
Evan: Although it's difficult to see Pluto from Earth...
Evan: At least we can imagine a trajectory and tell ourselves that it must be somewhere.
You: Today has been so perfect for me. I got to see a rare mechanical watch and heard a romantic story from the universe.
You: Evan, sometimes I feel like you can guess what I'm thinking. Otherwise, how would we have met here?
Evan: Guessing what you're thinking isn't easy, so I also feel very lucky.
We both smiled, and inspiration gradually brewed amidst our laughter.
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Option 2: Look at the Internal Structure Again
You: I'm thinking... can I see the internal structures of different mechanical watches again?
Evan: That's easy.
As he spoke, he reached out and took a watch off his wrist. It had a dark strap and a deep red dial with a velvety luster. It clearly looked very valuable.
Seeing him sit down at the table and pick up a tool to disassemble the watch, I quickly stopped him.
You: Evan, this is your usual watch, isn't it? And it looks so expensive. You don't have to—
Evan: Do you not believe I can put it back together perfectly?
His low, mellow voice held a hint of a smile, as if genuinely asking, yet also teasing.
Having witnessed his skill earlier, I had no words to argue. Besides, even collectors dared to entrust their precious watches to Evan.
Evan: Come closer.
Evan: Are you ready to appreciate the beauty of machinery?
Evan: Look, a single watch dial can contain up to a thousand parts.
Evan: It looks like a maze, but once you understand the principles of the mechanical assembly, you can easily see through it.
Evan: This is a tourbillon watch.
Evan: In the era when pocket watches were popular, all the parts had to be made by hand.
Evan: Every single one had to be precisely sized for the tourbillon to operate correctly.
Evan: I often wish I had more free time to polish and create a watch of my own.
Evan: Thank you for the encouragement.
Evan: Alright, I'll definitely ask for your help then.
Evan: My first watch... was my grandfather's mechanical watch.
Evan: He told me that if I disassembled something I shouldn't have, I had to learn how to put it back together again.
Evan: What he didn't know was that after learning how to reassemble, I would disassemble it a hundred more times, and he never found out again.
Evan: Yes, these are jewel bearings. They're artificial rubies.
Evan: They look like a constellation when arranged? It actually does.
Evan: You should give it a try. That way, you'll understand it more thoroughly.
Evan: Yes, all the parts on the plates can be removed. You can disassemble it as finely as you like.
Evan: I'll be responsible for helping you put it back together.
Evan: It'll probably take... about fifteen minutes.
Evan: Because I know this watch very well.
Evan: Alright, you time me.
Evan: ...Finally, reset the time. What time is it now?
Evan: Five PM? It seems I always lose track of time when I'm with you.
Evan: Only now did I realize that dusk had unknowingly fallen.
Evan: Clocks ticked all around us, yet I felt no passage of time.
You: Me too... I completely lost track of time.
To demonstrate how to use the eyepiece, he removed his gold-rimmed glasses. His eyes, now unobstructed by the lenses, were like a myriad of stars, almost dazzling me.
Emotions and inspiration quietly grew together.
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Option 3: Visit the collection
I noticed an exquisite mechanical watch with a starry-sky dial and went forward with Evan to admire it.
Suddenly, footsteps grew closer, and a group of people in black suits, carrying safes, hurried towards us. They were probably here to escort new collections, but with limited space, we were soon surrounded from all directions, trapped in the center.
The crowd surged. I was like a fish stunned by a strong current in an aquarium, swaying left and right, unable to stand steady.
Just then, a distinctly jointed hand wrapped around my shoulder.
My cheek pressed against a warm chest. The surrounding clamor instantly vanished. It was as if a barrier had opened around me, no longer affected by the crowd.
Evan: How is it? You didn't get bumped, did you?
You: Mm, thanks...
The crowd had dispersed. I pulled away from Evan's embrace a little distance. When I saw his white shirt, my scalp tingled.
There was a glaring lipstick mark printed on it!
You: Oh my... I'm so sorry. Let me try to wipe it off for you. If I wipe it now, it should—
Evan, who had initially smiled dismissively, leaned down after hearing my words.
Evan: Alright. I'll trouble you. Do I need to take it off?
You: No, no!
I couldn't even imagine Evan taking off that close-fitting shirt. I quickly rummaged through my bag for makeup remover and cotton swabs.
His Response 1
Evan: Are you thinking about dinner? Let's eat together after the visit.
Evan: If you act like that, I'll misunderstand.
Evan: You look very cute when you're serious.
I dipped a cotton swab in makeup remover and dabbed it onto the red mark. As the mark faded, the surrounding fabric also became damp, clinging to Evan's skin.
The last bit of red seeped into the fabric fibers and was very difficult to remove. Disliking that the cotton swab wasn't effective, I simply used my fingertip to gently rub it.
The next second, Evan's Adam's apple bobbed. Did I rub too hard...?
You: ...Almost done!
Evan: No rush. You can take your time.
His voice was a little hoarse. He lowered his head, his chin brushing against the top of my head, tickling.
Evan: I forgot to tell you, I really like this shirt.
His breath was right by my ear, warm, making my ears burn. I didn't even know what nonsense I was muttering.
You: I know... I'll definitely get it very clean for you.
Evan's smile deepened, but he said nothing more.
Time slowed down. Each second felt infinitely long.
You: Alright, look, isn't it pretty good?
I raised my face, meeting Evan's downcast eyes. Our gazes locked.
Evan: Thank you. It's really clean.
After a long while, I came back to my senses, covering my burning cheeks.
You: L-let's go over there! There are still a few collections I want to see.
Evan: Okay.
His Response 2
Evan: I wasn't bumped. Don't worry.
Evan: Your head, it just happens to reach my chest.
The moment I pulled my hand back, the damp cotton swab accidentally brushed something else. I heard a soft hum from above my head.
You: I'm sorry, my hand trembled!
I hurriedly took out a tissue, intending to wipe him dry, but after consecutively messing up, I felt quite embarrassed.
You: Or, why don't you do it yourself? I seem to be too heavy-handed.
Evan: Alright.
He reached out as if to take the tissue, but then changed his posture mid-way, gently cupping my hand firmly in his, overlapping them, and lightly wiping the lipstick mark.
You: What kind of "doing it yourself" is this...? You're too cunning...
My pounding heart was too loud. I suspected Evan could even hear it. I lowered my head, pretending to only care about the stain, staring at Evan's shirt on his chest, avoiding looking at his expression.
But his fingers seemed to convey emotions too. His slightly cool knuckles pressed against my skin, gentle yet evocative.
Evan: Alright. Do you want to go see other collections?
Unbeknownst to me, the red mark on the shirt was gone, and Evan had released my hand.
I nodded and walked forward with him. For some reason, I felt a lingering fondness for the warmth he had left behind.
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Option 4: Do none of the above
I thought for a moment, but couldn't figure out what I needed Evan's help with. That's true, if I haven't even sorted out my own thoughts, how can I ask for assistance from others?
Evan: Continuously looking at mechanical watches might lead to aesthetic fatigue and limited thinking. How about we go for a walk and find some other inspiration?
His words were a revelation. Since signing up, I had been buried among mechanical parts, with no time for anything else. Without observing life, the wellspring of creativity also dries up.
You: Okay.
Evan led me out of the collection workshop, and we strolled amidst the flowers, plants, and green trees.
Along the way, he gently explained the various plants. He spoke with such familiarity, as if this were his second home. The question that had been lingering in my mind slipped out.
You: Evan, do you come to this collection workshop often?
Evan: This workshop is run by Uncle Pan. I've been coming here to play since I was little. This place feels very peaceful.
Evan: What? Is it surprising that I come to the workshop often?
I shook my head, then nodded.
You: A little at first, but I'm not surprised anymore. The way you assemble and disassemble watches—
I replayed it in my mind.
You: It's very fitting.
You: But, compared to what you usually do...
Evan: What do I usually do?
You: Well, things like signing documents, negotiating deals, saying things that concern capital chains and the work of hundreds or thousands of people.
You: Anyway, they're all big deals. Things as small and trivial as assembling a watch—
Before my words even finished, Evan had already chuckled. It was rare to see him laugh so heartily, his eyes curved into a line.
You: Don't laugh! I really don't know what a company CEO is supposed to do!
Evan: No, you're right. But those things aren't really big deals either.
Evan: They're just like disassembling and assembling watches; they're accumulated through countless small actions.
Evan: The difference is that doing more doesn't guarantee invincibility.
He gradually stopped laughing, his face as gentle as ever, yet I read a hint of weariness in it.
Evan: So, comparatively, sometimes I prefer the company of watches. As long as the parts fit perfectly, they won't let you down.
The Evan I knew always kept his emotions hidden, but perhaps this place was truly special to him, making him willing to reveal such vulnerable emotions.
I couldn't comfort him. It was like this competition: even if I drew many sketches and wrote countless ideas, if I lost, I lost. No one would pay for the sweat shed in the process.
And then, I would surely discard all thoughts of "the process is most important" or "effort won't let you down." I would just want to cry my heart out.
But, one day, I would surely remember this afternoon spent strolling through the forest with Evan.
By that time, the pain of failure would surely have faded, and the joy of our time together would resurface.
You: Evan, let's wait.
Evan: Hmm?
You: No matter what you encounter, I'll be with you, and I'll do my best to help you.
You: If you fail, I'll listen to your grievances and suffer with you.
You: And then, after everything has passed, I hope at least these past moments of companionship will make you feel happy.
Evan's eyes widened slightly. His face showed no discernible expression, but it didn't seem to be joy. This made me feel a little regretful.
You: Was I too presumptuous...?
You: It's not necessarily about feeling happy, hah, haha, maybe it'll be troublesome.
Evan: I'm thinking, should I say, "With your companionship, I won't feel pain" first, or should I say, "Thank you" first?
Evan: What do you think?
How did I answer him? My pounding heart threatened to drown out my words.
Tree shadows swayed, mist lay in layers, and even before the last glow of sunset faded, the stars had already appeared. We held our breath, admiring the beautiful scenery. I thought, I'm sure I can create a truly excellent design.
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I submitted my entry, feeling a wave of relief. Even the bandage on my finger seemed cute.
My hand reached into my bag and brushed against a medium-sized velvet box. I gently squeezed it and pulled out my phone.
Just as I was about to dial, the number's owner appeared in the hallway. Seeing me, he gave a slight nod.
You: Evan!
Evan: Did you just submit your work?
You: Yeah. I actually needed to talk to you about something, and I was worried you wouldn't have time.
Evan looked at me inquiringly. I took out the velvet box and placed it in his hand.
You: This is for you.
The way he opened it seemed to slow down many times over in my eyes. A wave of nervousness washed over me. Of course, I knew what was inside—
The watch face was transparent. Two blue gemstones were set between a circle of ruby bearings. The arc traced by the balance wheel was clearly visible, perfectly integrating them into its trajectory. Blue light shimmered, like from a pair of binary stars that would never separate. The watch strap was polished metal. I repeatedly checked the reflection of every indentation and protrusion under the light, ensuring they were neither too dazzling nor too dim, just like scattered starlight.
—It was a mechanical watch I made with gratitude, emotion, and feelings I couldn't even name. My favorite starry sky, which I wanted to admire with him.
Evan was silent for a moment, his thumb stroking the watch face.
Evan: If this piece were submitted to the competition, it would likely achieve excellent results. Are you sure you want to give it to me?
You: When I made it, I could only think of you. If I didn't give it to you, it would feel wrong.
You: I don't make parts, so I bought them pre-made. I just assembled it, so please don't dislike it.
Evan raised an eyebrow. His long arm reached out and pulled my hand, which was behind my back, forward. The small rabbit pattern on the bandage was gently stroked by him, along with the red mark on the side of my finger that couldn't be covered.
You: It's probably just that... I had to polish the strap and the sapphire myself...
The sensation on my wound was tingling and itchy, a bit hard to bear. But Evan's cool fingertips were also captivating. I was caught between two desires and chose to stand still.
You: Um, my craftsmanship isn't particularly good. You'll have to adjust it quite a bit...
Evan: If it becomes unstable, can I ask you to help me fix it?
Why would he say something like that? He's clearly an expert in mechanical watches. I half-jokingly thought to myself, but a spontaneous joy welled up in my chest.
You: Mm, maybe I can even replace a part with a custom-made one for you.
Evan: I'm very much looking forward to it.
In my sight, Evan's eyes curved into a smile.
The warm afternoon sun filled the deserted corridor. We stood in the shimmering golden light, enjoying the tranquility.
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The rare afternoon off felt as though even the air was especially fresh.
Sunlight spilled onto me, warm and cozy. I nestled into the sofa, yawning as I scrolled through social media.
You: Hmm? What's this post...?
The post had no caption, only a photo. The man in the photo was Zee, the Chief Operating Officer for the Asia Pacific region of Zeal Group.
Zeal Group is a leading global fast-moving consumer goods company, now spanning multiple industries including finance, real estate, beauty, and daily chemicals.
Not long ago, Zeal Group had just made a high-profile announcement of its entry into the fashion industry, making a strong acquisition of a well-known international fashion brand.
This move caused quite a stir in the fashion industry at the time.
You: The background of this photo looks a bit familiar...
I zoomed in on the photo. The tall tower in the background became somewhat blurry, but I still immediately recognized the iconic design of the spire.
You: Zee is in Guangqi City?
This discovery couldn't help but make me think of a rumor I had heard at the company before.
Zeal Group, in order to further expand its fashion market, was actively seeking partners globally.
You: Could Zee's sudden arrival in Guangqi City this time be related to this?
Before I could think further, the phone in my hand suddenly rang urgently.
I glanced at the caller ID—
You: Evan? Why would he suddenly be calling me?
I sat up a bit straighter and pressed the answer button.
Evan: Good afternoon, Y/N.
Evan: It's Saturday today. Am I disturbing your rest?
Evan's voice was low and warm, with a very light chuckle.
You: No, not at all.
Soft background music drifted from the receiver, the melody somewhat familiar. An idea flickered in my mind.
You: Are you at a coffee shop?
Evan: Mhm, you could tell?
As he spoke, he seemed to stir his coffee. The clear clinking sound mixed with piano music, making me imagine him sitting by the window, looking comfortable and relaxed.
Could it be the same shop where we met before?
Just then, Evan's voice sounded again, as if he had guessed my thoughts.
Evan: It's the same shop where I ran into you before.
Evan: If there's a chance, let's go together again.
You: ....Mhm!
I paused, then agreed, the corners of my mouth involuntarily curving up slightly.
Evan: But the reason I called you today is for something else.
Evan: Do you have any plans for tonight?
You: Not yet, why?
Evan: Then, may I invite you to join me for a gala dinner?
His voice traveled through the receiver, clearly reaching my ears, stirring ripples in my heart.
Go to a gala dinner with Evan...?
Of course
2. It doesn't seem appropriate
3. (No answer)
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3. (No answer)
Evan: Y/N, what have you decided? Are there any concerns?
It wasn't until Evan spoke that I realized I had been thinking for too long. I quickly gripped the phone and explained.
You: I'm sorry, I'd really like to go with you, but it feels a bit rushed.
You: If I were to attend a gala dinner, I'd need to prepare a gown, as well as hair and makeup...
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds before Evan's voice sounded again.
Evan: I should be the one apologizing.
Evan: My invitation was too sudden and caused you trouble.
Evan: However, if it's not a gala dinner, would you be willing to have dinner with me instead?
You: Huh?
Evan: Consider it an apology for the abrupt invitation. Let me treat you to dinner tomorrow night.
Evan: No need to prepare any gowns or styling. It will just be the two of us.
Evan's voice was very soft, with a faint smile, which made me smile as well.
You: Okay.
After hanging up, his gentle voice seemed to still linger in my ears.
Outside the window, the warm yellow sunset shone, making my heart feel warm and cozy too.
[NORMAL END]
"When you're lax, opportunities will quietly slip away..."
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2. [It doesn't seem appropriate]
You: A gala dinner is different from a regular dinner. If I go... wouldn't it be inappropriate?
Although Evan had extended an invitation, I wasn't sure what my position or identity should be standing by his side.
Once we arrived, how would he introduce me to the others?
As a colleague? A friend? Or something else...?
After a brief silence, Evan's voice came through the receiver again.
Evan: I apologize. I didn't consider things thoroughly enough.
Evan: If you think it's inappropriate, then I'll go alone.
Perhaps it was just my imagination, but I felt a hint of disappointment in his tone.
You: I... I'm sorry.
Evan: There's no need to apologize. It's not your fault.
After hanging up, Evan's gentle reassurance seemed to still echo in my ears.
I sank back into the sofa, looking at the sky outside the window. The horizon was already tinged with the crimson of the sunset.
Gazing at that faint warm yellow light, I couldn't help but feel a little absent-minded.
You: Evan should already be on his way to the gala dinner...
The night gradually deepened, and the whole night felt exceptionally long.
[NORMAL END]
"Bravely step out of your comfort zone and discover a whole new world."
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1. [Of course]
You: Of course. But what kind of gala dinner is it?
You: Is there anything I need to be aware of, like a dress code?
Before I finished speaking, a short chuckle came through the receiver.
Evan: A regular formal dress will do. No need to be nervous.
Evan: One of the people joining us has quite a bit of knowledge about antiques.
Evan: I remember you being quite interested in this area, so I wanted to invite you to come along.
You: I see... but I'm not a professional. Will I cause you any trouble?
Evan: No, I believe in you.
The certainty in his words instantly calmed me. I held the phone and softly replied.
Evan: Then, I'll come pick you up downstairs at your place in two hours, alright?
You: Mhm, okay.
Evan: Then, see you in a bit.
After hanging up, Evan's gentle voice seemed to still linger in my ears.
A hint of anticipation rose in my heart. I couldn't quite say if it was for the gala dinner itself or because the person inviting me was Evan.
I put down my phone and went to my closet to choose an outfit for the evening.
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I found all the formal dresses in my closet and hesitated for a long time before finally settling on a wine-red, one-shoulder gown.
You: And shoes, jewelry, hairstyle, makeup... I need to think carefully about how to coordinate everything...
After a flurry of activity, when I looked up at the clock again, it was almost time to meet Evan.
I returned to the full-length mirror, checked the style of my accessories and the color of my lipstick one last time, put on high heels, and went downstairs.
As soon as I got out of the elevator, I saw Evan's car already parked outside.
Evan, standing under the streetlamp, was enveloped in an orange glow. A gentle curve graced the corners of his lips as he gestured for me to get into the car.
Evan: You look beautiful tonight.
He turned in the driver's seat to look at me, his eyes seeming to hold a deep light, reflecting my image.
I self-consciously shifted my gaze, clutching the hem of my skirt.
You: Thank you, you look very...
Before I could finish speaking, a cool sensation brushed against my neck.
I paused, then quickly looked up.
Evan was raising his hand, tucking a stray strand of hair that had fallen by my ear behind it, his cool fingertips grazing my neck.
Evan: Your hair came loose.
The night was deep, but the smile in his eyes was incredibly clear.
You: Thank you...
My ears felt a little hot without my conscious control. I lowered my head and focused on the seatbelt.
Evan: Need any help?
You: No, I can do it myself.
After a bit of a struggle with myself, I finally fastened the seatbelt and leaned back in the seat, letting out a soft breath.
The stray strand of hair he had just tucked behind my ear fell out again.
Evan smiled faintly and started the car.
I subtly shifted my gaze to look out the window, my fingers running through the ends of my hair, touching the back of my ear and finding it still burning hot.
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Episode 2: Candlelight Game (烛光榑弈)
"The person who has been paying attention all along is actually like this?"
Not long after, Evan's car pulled up in front of a secluded villa. A well-dressed server politely came forward to open the car doors for us.
We followed him along a gravel path lined with rose bushes.
I looked at the gaps between the gravel and then at the high heels I was wearing, slowing my pace a bit awkwardly.
Just then, Evan, who was walking beside me, stopped and offered his elbow towards me.
Evan: The path here isn't very easy to walk on.
I looked at the winding path ahead, hesitated for a moment, and then took his arm.
Perhaps my stiff movements betrayed my feelings, as Evan's lips curved slightly, and he glanced down at me.
Evan: What's wrong? Not quite used to it?
I was momentarily at a loss for words, thinking about how to answer more naturally.
Evan seemed to see through my thoughts, and his voice gained a hint of a smile.
Evan: I meant the gala dinner.
You: Ah, the gala dinner... To be honest, a little bit.
You: Could I ask first, who will be attending tonight?
Evan: One is a respected elder I know well, and the other, I think you should know.
You: Someone I know?
I tried hard to think of relevant people, but nothing came to mind.
Evan: I remember you mentioning that you really like the perfume brand under Zeal Group.
Evan: Then, do you know anything about their founder, Zee?
You: Mhm, I just saw his post this afternoon. It seems he's in Guangqi City.
You: Wait! Could it be—
I looked at Evan in surprise, and he nodded with a soft smile.
Evan: That's right. The respected elder I know happens to be a good friend of Mr. Zee.
Evan: Tonight's gala dinner is a welcome reception prepared for him.
Evan spoke casually, but I couldn't help but feel nervous.
Tonight's gala dinner was more important than I had imagined. It might even affect the cooperation between the two groups!
Thinking of this, my heartbeat quickened slightly, and the hand holding Evan's arm tightened unconsciously.
As we reached the entrance, just as the server pulled the door open, a middle-aged man with a kind expression immediately came to greet us.
??: Little Lu, long time no see.
Evan: Uncle Pan, I apologize for keeping you waiting.
Mr. Pan: Nonsense, I just arrived myself.
Mr. Pan: Putting that aside for now, shouldn't you introduce your female companion first?
Only then did I realize that I had been holding onto Evan's arm ever since we entered the house. I quickly let go.
Evan simply and gracefully relaxed his arm in response to my movement, nodding and smiling lightly at Uncle Pan.
Evan: This is Y/N, a very talented designer at our company.
Evan: Y/N, this is Uncle Pan, a respected figure in Guangqi's business circles, and an elder I greatly respect.
I quickly extended my hand to Uncle Pan, who was greeting us.
You: Hello, Uncle Pan...
Mr. Pan: Haha, Miss Y/N, no need to be so formal. This restaurant has excellent food. Be sure to try plenty of it later.
You: Okay, thank you!
Mr. Pan: Little Lu, why don't you show Y/N to your seats first?
Evan: Alright.
We nodded slightly to express our thanks to Uncle Pan. A server immediately stepped forward, leading Evan and me towards a room on the second floor.
Only the sound of our footsteps echoed in the elegant corridor.
Not long after we were seated, Uncle Pan also entered the room, accompanied by a middle-aged man.
Not long after we were seated, Uncle Pan also entered the room, accompanied by a middle-aged man.
I recognized him at once. It was Zee.
Time hadn't dulled his sharp edges; instead, it had added a touch of composure to his demeanor.
His piercing gaze swept across everyone present without hesitation. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I felt his eyes flicker slightly when he looked at me.
After Uncle Pan's brief introduction, Evan leaned forward and extended his hand to Zee.
Evan: Mr. Zee, it's a pleasure to meet you.
Zee raised an eyebrow, sizing up Evan. After a long moment, he slowly returned the handshake.
Zee: President Lu from Wanzhen Group? A pleasure.
After the introductions, Uncle Pan chuckled and patted their shoulders, then led everyone to the dining table.
Evan and I were seated on the same side, while Zee and Uncle Pan sat on the other.
Once everyone was seated, the servers began to bring out the dishes in an orderly fashion.
For a moment, the only sounds in the air were the soft thud of leather shoes on the short-pile carpet and the occasional clinking of silverware.
Evan: I've long heard of Mr. Zee's passion for collecting antiques, so I prepared a small gift as a token of our meeting.
As Evan finished speaking, two men in suits wearing gloves walked forward, holding a scroll painting. They carefully unfurled it for everyone to see.
It was an ancient painting. The paper had yellowed, but the image was complete and clear, the colors vibrant, and the inscription and seals were clearly discernible.
Although I often visited museums as a child, I was always most interested in ancient clothing and jewelry.
My knowledge of calligraphy and painting was limited. I could only recognize that this was a work from the Qing Dynasty, drawing heavily on Western painting techniques of light and shadow and perspective.
Zee slightly curved the corners of his lips, a hint of delight showing in his eyes.
Zee: Indeed, a rare treasure that's hard to come by.
Zee: It seems President Lu knows quite a bit about me.
Evan: I wouldn't say I know a lot, I've just often heard Uncle Pan mention you.
Mr. Pan: Little Lu is thoughtful; he remembers everything I say.
Mr. Pan: Don't be modest, just accept it.
Zee: Since Old Pan says so, then I'll accept it.
Zee: But etiquette requires reciprocity.
Zee: I recently came across an interesting little trinket. If President Lu takes a liking to it, he can consider it my return gift.
As he spoke, Zee raised the corners of his lips and snapped his fingers.
Soon, a man behind him presented us with a lacquered wooden jewelry box with carvings.
Soft silk lined the red jewelry box, and a delicate and exquisite golden hairpin lay upon it.
You: This! Is this a Wanli gold hairpin?!
As soon as the words left my mouth, everyone present turned their gaze to me. I flushed with embarrassment.
You: I apologize, that was impolite of me...
Zee looked at me with interest, a hint of an unreadable expression in his smile.
Zee: As expected of President Lu, even his female companion is so knowledgeable.
Zee: Miss Y/N's eye is indeed sharp. I wonder how much else you know about this gold hairpin. Would you care to elaborate?
Before I could agree, he had already gestured for the man in the suit to place the jewelry box in front of me.
The colors of gold and red intertwined, crossing through a century, and reflected in my eyes. I could clearly sense the intricacy and splendor of this gold hairpin.
But tonight was clearly not a gathering for antique appreciation. Every move and word spoken might relate to the future cooperation between the two groups...
I subconsciously looked towards Evan. He smiled softly and nodded at me, as if to offer encouragement.
My nervousness dissipated slightly. I asked the man for gloves, put them on, and carefully held the gold hairpin in my hands.
You: Then... I'll do my best.
You: Judging from the appearance and craftsmanship, this filigree-inlaid jewel dragon-pattern gold hairpin should have been produced during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty.
You: Ming Dynasty gold and silver jewelry had rich styles and complex combinations, often employing such filigree and openwork techniques.
You: I once saw a similar flying phoenix gold hairpin that also served as a self-defense weapon.
You: Its openwork at the end concealed a silver needle that could be ejected at a crucial moment.
You: This gold hairpin seems to be the same.
As I spoke, I tried hard to recall the mechanical structure I had seen in books before. Sure enough, I found a slight looseness at the dragon's tail at the top.
You: It could be here!
You: The material used here is different from other parts. It's very likely where the mechanism is located.
Zee: Oh? Then Miss Y/N must give us a good demonstration.
You: But this is just my guess, and this gold hairpin is very valuable...
Zee: It's alright. Guesses need practice to verify. Besides, Miss Y/N has piqued my curiosity.
You: Then... I'll give it a try.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, I concentrated and repeatedly examined the gold hairpin in my hands.
You: To the left of this bottom ruby, there's a small metal mechanism. That should be the switch!
Hearing this, Zee merely raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly waiting for my next move.
Was he... asking me to trigger it?
Unsure if a silver needle would actually shoot out, I felt a layer of nervous sweat cover my back.
I took a deep breath, trying hard to control my slightly trembling hand, and moved towards the ruby.
Just as I was about to touch it, a hand covered my wrist.
Evan: Let me do it.
Evan's slightly cool temperature traveled through the glove, which I could feel clearly even through my own.
As he spoke, he asked for a pair of gloves as well and then took the gold hairpin from my hand.
Evan: Is it here?
You: Mhm...
Evan pointed the end of the hairpin towards the inside of the jewelry box and gently pressed the mechanism—
Under everyone's gaze, a "click" was heard, and a silver needle appeared on the silk cushion inside the jewelry box.
You: !
I let out a long breath of relief and looked at Evan gratefully. He returned my smile.
He placed the gold hairpin back in the jewelry box and turned to look at Zee.
Evan: Mr. Zee's return gift is indeed exquisitely crafted. I like it very much. Thank you.
Listening to Evan's words, Zee, who had been leaning back in his chair with narrowed eyes, leaned forward and curved the corners of his lips.
Zee: Not at all. If Miss Y/N hadn't discovered it, I wouldn't have known this little trinket had a mechanism.
Zee: It seems I must have a good chat with Miss Y/N when I have the chance. I'm sure we'll have a lot in common.
Zee: How about... President Lu grants a special request and lets you be my assistant during my time in Guangqi City?
Zee: That way, we can have more opportunities for cooperation and communication.
Zee raised his wine glass, gesturing towards me.
For a moment, I couldn't find words to refuse, and just subconsciously raised my glass, preparing to take a sip.
Suddenly, Evan reached out and stopped me, taking the glass from my hand.
Evan: Thank you for your appreciation, Mr. Zee.
Evan: However, Y/N, as an excellent designer at our Wanzhen, has her own responsibilities and work schedule.
Evan: If needed, I can arrange a more suitable candidate to be your assistant.
A smile still lingered in the corners of Evan's eyes, but his words firmly rejected Zee's request on my behalf.
The red wine swirled in the glass. The two glasses touched, making a clear sound.
I vaguely saw a hint of dark red mixed in the depths of Evan's eyes, like candlelight, or like the dark red in the glass.
Zee glanced at me without any change in expression, his fingertip slowly tracing the rim of his glass. After a brief silence, he smiled again.
Zee: Then I'll have to trouble you.
Evan: Not at all.
Zee: I don't intend to force anyone. Perhaps there will be opportunities for cooperation in the future.
Zee: All perfection needs time to ferment. I never mind waiting.
Evan nodded, smiling humbly, but a hint of sharpness flashed in the corners of his slightly curved eyes.
Evan: However, instead of letting the waiting time pass in vain, why not add a little added value to it?
Evan: I've heard that Zeal Group has recently been interested in expanding into international markets. If Mr. Zee is interested, I actually have a suggestion...
Zee narrowed his eyes thoughtfully, a shrewd glint of experience flashing in his long, narrow gaze.
Zee: President Lu is indeed well-prepared. I'm all ears.
Zee leaned forward with interest. I felt a surge of nervousness. Was this finally the main topic...?
Just then, a sudden phone vibration rang out. Zee picked up his phone, glanced at it, and smiled.
Zee: I'll take this call. You don't mind, do you?
Uncle Pan agreed, and I quickly followed Evan's lead in shaking my head.
Zee pushed open the door and went out. I felt a wave of dizziness, unsure if it was from the tension just now or because the air conditioning in the private room was a bit too warm.
Should I take this opportunity to go outside for some fresh air?
1. Go to the terrace for fresh air
2. Continue to stay in the private room
3. Do nothing
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3. [Do nothing]
I gazed at the leaves outside the window, swaying in the breeze, and hesitated.
Evan: Want to go for a walk outside?
Evan's voice suddenly sounded beside my ear. I turned my head and met his eyes.
He was always like this, easily understanding my thoughts, yet maintaining a comfortable distance and asking for my opinion.
You: Mhm... it feels a bit stuffy.
Uncle Pan chuckled when he heard our words.
Mr. Pan: Then Little Lu, why don't you take Y/N out for a walk? It's quite beautiful outside.
After thanking Uncle Pan, Evan led me to the terrace.
White gauze curtains swayed gently in the breeze, moonlight flowing quietly over them. Everything was serene.
A faint floral fragrance filled the air. I leaned out and looked down, seeing large patches of roses blooming in the garden.
I placed my hands on the railing and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
Evan: Feeling any better?
You: Much better!
Evan chuckled softly, but after a moment, that smile turned into concern.
Evan: If you don't like the atmosphere of the gala dinner, I can take you back first.
You: ...Am I causing you trouble?
Evan shook his head and gently patted the top of my head.
Evan: No, you're doing great.
Evan: It's just that I don't want to see you pretending to be okay, especially if it's out of consideration for me.
You: ...Mm.
The knot in my heart seemed to dissipate with Evan's words.
With him by my side, what was there for me to be nervous about?
I took my hands off the railing and turned to look towards the private room.
You: However, I still want to stay with you until the end of the gala dinner.
Evan paused slightly, then smiled and offered his arm to me.
This time, I didn't hesitate. I gently took his arm, and we walked together towards the end of the corridor.
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When we returned, Zee had already come back to the private room.
Evan and Zee continued their earlier conversation about cooperation. The gala dinner ended in a peaceful atmosphere.
[NORMAL END]
"Next time, be more alert!"
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2. [Continue to stay in the private room]
Even though Zee was out, he should be back soon. The gala dinner was already halfway over. Just hold on a little longer.
I tucked the stray hairs behind my ear, took a soft breath, and tried hard to relax.
Noticing my movement, Evan turned his head towards me.
Evan: Relax, it'll be alright.
You: .....Mhm!
Under Uncle Pan's warm hospitality, the atmosphere in the private room eased up a lot. After a while, Zee returned as well.
The servers continued to bring out dishes. One exquisite course after another was placed before us, each a surprisingly delicious treat.
Zee didn't mention the assistant matter again until the end of the gala dinner.
As the night deepened, we walked out of the villa. The server had already arranged a car for us.
When we arrived downstairs at my place, Evan got out of the car to open my door, standing under the streetlights as he watched me.
Evan: Get some rest.
I went upstairs, leaned out the window, waved at him, and watched his car disappear around the corner.
Not long after the car drove away, my phone vibrated. I took it out and saw a message from Evan.
I held the phone and smiled as I typed the same words.
Evan (SMS): Goodnight, sweet dreams.
You (SMS): Goodnight, Evan.....
[NORMAL END]
"Sometimes, opportunities are hidden where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright..."
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1. [Go to the terrace for fresh air]
I excused myself from the room and went out to the terrace, wanting to relax my tense nerves.
The night breeze on the terrace was slightly cool, taking away the restless heat from my body and making me feel much more awake.
After taking a few deep breaths, I patted my cheeks, preparing to go back, but unexpectedly ran into Zee the moment I turned around.
Zee: What a coincidence, Miss Y/N is here too.
He smiled and strolled up to me. I subconsciously took a step back. Zee saw this and smiled even more broadly.
Zee: Miss Y/N wouldn't still be bothered by what happened earlier and be avoiding me, would she?
I quickly shook my head, raised my head slightly, and met his gaze.
You: Mr. Zee, you're joking. I just came out for some fresh air and was about to go back in.
Zee's eyes held a hint of amusement. He raised his hand to prop his chin up, then suddenly took a step forward, blocking my way.
Zee: Why the hurry to go back? I wonder if Miss Y/N would be interested in taking a walk with me?
You: Uncle Pan and President Lu are still waiting for us, Mr. Zee...
Before I could finish speaking, Zee suddenly leaned closer, his eyes slightly narrowed.
Zee: It seems Miss Y/N trusts President Lu very much. I just wonder, how much does Miss Y/N know about President Lu's past?
You: What do you mean, Mr. Zee?
Zee: Miss Y/N doesn't need to be afraid. I just want to remind Miss Y/N that often, the closer the person, the more unknown sides they have.
Zee: As the saying goes, "A wise bird chooses a good tree to perch on." However, judging from Miss Y/N's appearance, you don't seem to be clear about President Lu's past.
Zee: Someone as talented as Miss Y/N... I couldn't bear to keep you in the dark.
His gaze boldly swept over me, uncomfortably intrusive.
I tried to walk past him towards the private room, but he saw through my intention and moved his body to block my path.
A feeling of unease, like being coerced, spread from the bottom of my heart. I wanted to escape, but didn't dare to refuse him strongly.
What should I do now?
Just as I was in a dilemma, familiar footsteps suddenly came from the other end of the corridor.
I raised my head and saw a reassuring figure walking towards us.
It was Evan!
He walked straight towards us, reaching out to grip my shoulder. With a slight pull, he brought me to his side.
I looked up at Evan. His eyes, usually as gentle as jade, had become somewhat dim, a flicker of an emotion I couldn't decipher passing through their depths.
Evan: Mr. Zee is here.
Zee slowly curved his lips into a smile, but the look he gave Evan clearly held displeasure.
Zee: President Lu. I simply wanted to have a good chat with Miss Y/N. What is the meaning of this?
Zee: I know Miss Y/N is someone close to you, but you can't possibly make all her decisions for her, can you?
Zee: In fact, just now, Miss Y/N already agreed to be my special assistant during my time in Guangqi City.
What?!
Zee spoke the lie with an air of nonchalance, raising an eyebrow at me.
I composed myself, forcing a polite smile.
You: Mr. Zee, you're joking... I'm not a professional in antiques or daily chemicals. How could I possibly be your assistant?
Hearing my words, Zee's expression darkened slightly. His gaze remained fixed on me, as if contemplating something.
Unsure if it was from excessive nervousness, I felt my shoulders tremble slightly. Evan subtly put his arm around me, a faint smile still on his face.
Evan: If Mr. Zee needs an assistant, I will naturally do my best to arrange one.
Evan: However, regarding the selection of personnel, please give me some time to choose someone suitable for you.
Zee looked at Evan's expression and suddenly burst out laughing.
Zee: Hahaha, I understand. A beauty like this is hard to come by. It seems President Lu is unwilling to part with her.
A smile still lingered on Evan's face, but his eyes narrowed slightly.
Evan: Mr. Zee, you've got it wrong. Y/N doesn't belong to anyone, so there's no question of being unwilling to part with her.
Evan: Uncle Pan is still waiting for us in the private room. We shouldn't keep him waiting any longer.
Zee said nothing more, turning around and striding back towards the private room.
Once he was out of sight, Evan released me, his gaze towards me filled with concern.
Evan: Y/N, are you alright?
I shook my head, my heart still pounding wildly.
Evan: I'm sorry you had to experience that.
Evan: There won't be a next time. I promise.
The fear in my heart gradually subsided. I blinked, forcing back the stinging sensation in my nose.
You: Thank you, Evan.
Evan's gaze softened as well. He raised his hand and gently patted my back.
Evan: Don't worry, it's just the two of us here now.
Evan: Come with me and get some air. We can go back in later.
You: Mhm...
Actually, I understood that he probably didn't want to get some air himself, but was making an excuse to let me, who was feeling awkward, calm down here.
The hand on my back was very gentle, relaxing my tightly wound nerves.
Moonlight, like water, enveloped us.
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Episode 3: The Undercurrent Surges In (暗涌袭来)
"So, this is how he reacts when he's angry."
The sky outside had already been dyed the deepest shade of ink by the time the gala dinner ended.
Evan arranged for a car to take Zee and Uncle Pan back, then led me to his car.
I suddenly remembered that Evan had drunk some wine on my behalf earlier and couldn't help but look at him with concern.
You: I remember you drinking. Are you okay to drive?
Hearing my words, Evan paused slightly, but quickly smiled and explained.
Evan: Don't worry, that wasn't wine.
You: Huh?
You: Not wine? Then what was it? Red juice... Could it be pomegranate juice?
Evan didn't answer, but his gaze shifted behind me. Seeing something, his brow furrowed slightly.
I followed his gaze and saw two black sedans emerge from the shadows of the road, stopping in the middle of the parking lot.
Two middle-aged men in suits stepped out of each car, carrying briefcases and walking with somewhat hurried steps.
Who were they? Who were they here to see so late?
Just as I was wondering, the door of the car in front also opened, and Zee and Uncle Pan got out.
Zee: President Lin, President Deng, long time no see.
The two men greeted Zee familiarly as soon as they saw him.
Lin Zihou: Mr. Zee, welcome.
Deng Rui: You've come from afar. You should have received a more grand reception, but I didn't expect someone to beat us to it.
As he spoke, he glanced intentionally at Uncle Pan beside him.
Mr. Pan: We're just old friends catching up.
Hearing this, Zee merely raised an eyebrow, saying nothing.
Lin Zihou: Mr. Pan, everyone should compete fairly for the opportunity to cooperate with Zeal Group. Don't you agree?
Deng Rui: Besides, a seasoned business elite like Mr. Zee wouldn't make such a hasty decision about a partner based solely on personal preference, would he?
Hearing this, I understood their reason for being here.
They were dissatisfied with Uncle Pan for setting up the cooperation between Evan and Zee and wanted to get involved themselves.
I subconsciously looked at Evan and saw him frown slightly.
Lin Zihou: Be that as it may, we must still fulfill our duty as hosts.
Lin Zihou: It's so late, talking about work is inappropriate. Mr. Zee hasn't been to our local "Midnight Club" yet, has he?
Mr. Pan: I say, it's so late...
Lin Zihou: Not afraid of the late night, only afraid you won't be interested. What do you say, Mr. Zee?
Everyone's gaze fell on Zee, but Zee didn't express his opinion. Instead, he looked silently towards Evan, outside the group.
...More accurately, at Evan and me.
That gaze was like a snake's tongue slowly extending from the darkness, the intrusive feeling making my heart pound with fear.
Zee: You guys, isn't it a bit inappropriate to discuss this in front of a lady?
Zee: But if this lady is also willing to join us...
Just as my scalp was tingling and I was speechless, Evan suddenly took a step forward.
The surrounding streetlights suddenly flickered violently. Then, the entire outdoor parking lot plunged into darkness.
The sudden darkness spread around Evan, but it couldn't conceal the fierce aura on his body and the scarlet flash in his eyes.
The neatly arranged streetlights seemed to be subdued by Evan's aura, flickering with his footsteps.
The night breeze brushed past Evan's temples and coat, but it didn't dispel the composure between his brows. Only the smile in his eyes had completely disappeared.
Evan: Presidents Lin and Deng, your information is indeed well-informed. To come all this way so late to specially welcome Mr. Zee.
Deng Rui: Haha, usually there are too many things to worry about. We definitely can't compare to you sharp young people.
Facing Evan's pointed attitude, Deng Rui forced an even more exaggerated smile, firing back with veiled sarcasm.
But Evan didn't take the bait. Instead, he turned his gaze to Zee.
Evan: Mr. Zee, our interaction today has indeed deepened our mutual understanding.
Evan: If you have any special needs in the future, you can mention them to Uncle Pan in advance, so we won't be caught off guard like this.
Evan: I don't mean to spoil anyone's mood, but please excuse my companion and me for taking our leave first.
Zee's expression stiffened at Evan's words. Finally, as if to ease the awkwardness, he burst into laughter.
Zee: I really didn't expect to be so popular.
Zee: But business is business, you don't need to go to such lengths. I've received everyone's proposals for cooperation, and I have my own criteria.
Zee: We can make many friends, but there will only be one partner.
Zee: In a while, I plan to host a ball at Old Pan's house. I hope everyone will do me the honor of attending.
Zee: At that time, I will publicly announce who Zeal Group has chosen as its partner.
Uncle Pan smiled and agreed, and the two presidents also nodded, indicating they would definitely attend.
Zee: What do you say, President Lu?
Evan: Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Zee. I will be there on time.
The surging undercurrents seemed to be calming down. I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but unexpectedly, Zee's gaze fell on me again.
Zee: If Miss Y/N could also grace us with her presence... perhaps I might reveal more details about the cooperation publicly.
I froze. Before I could react, Evan stepped forward.
Evan: It seems Mr. Zee already has a thorough vision for the cooperation. I look forward to that day even more.
With that, he opened the car door for Zee.
Evan: It's getting late. Mr. Zee has had a long day. You should go back and rest early.
Zee glanced at Evan, bowed slightly, and got into the car. The surging undercurrents finally subsided, and I also let out a breath of relief.
It was my first time encountering something like this. It was even more intense than the business battles portrayed in dramas.
Everyone returned to their cars. A gust of wind suddenly blew outside the window, rustling the leaves on the trees. Inside the car, however, it was quiet.
Evan didn't speak, just driving silently. I quietly turned my head to look at him, only seeing a pair of calm eyes. I didn't know what he was thinking.
Should I say something...?
1. Mention the ball
2. Express concern for Evan
3. Ask about those two people
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3. [Ask about those two people]
The car drove smoothly forward. After a moment of hesitation, I voiced the question in my heart.
You: Evan, who exactly were those two people just now?
Evan: They're the heads of two rival companies of Wanzhen.
Evan: Because Wanzhen has been constantly encroaching on their market share, they both have a bit of an issue with Wanzhen.
You: But how did they find their way here? Didn't Uncle Pan only invite you and Zee?
Evan: Do you remember Zee taking a phone call?
I suddenly understood. It seemed that phone call was from those two, and Zee had gone along with it, telling them his location.
You: No wonder Zee wasn't surprised at all when he saw them...
Evan smiled, seemingly used to Zee's behavior.
Evan: Actually, that's quite normal. I didn't really think we could secure Zeal's cooperation with just one dinner anyway.
I couldn't help but look at Evan. He was looking straight ahead, his expression serious, completely unlike his usual gentle demeanor.
Although everyone always said Evan was young and promising, no one knew what he endured behind the scenes.
The business world was like a battlefield. How did he, amidst a group of shrewd and experienced business giants, manage to reach his current position?
I didn't want to pry too much and could only silently lower my head, sighing inwardly.
Soft chords flowed slowly from the car stereo. To this music, he drove me all the way back downstairs.
After that night, Evan didn't mention the cooperation with Zeal to me again.
Peaceful days passed one by one, until later, I saw the news of Wanzhen's cooperation with Zeal Group.
You: ...Evan successfully secured this cooperation!
I couldn't help but think of the ball Zee had mentioned before. It was a pity no one could tell me what exactly happened at that event.
[NORMAL END]
"Crisis and bonds were both severed in the night breeze of that evening."
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2. [Express concern for Evan]
The scenes that had just occurred replayed uncontrollably in my mind. I thought of the ball Zee had mentioned.
Zee said he would announce the business partner at the ball. Could it be that on that day, he would also plan to assess everyone in his own way?
I had thought that Zee's willingness to meet Evan privately meant the cooperation was already secured.
Unexpectedly, Zee didn't mention the cooperation at all afterwards, and two new competitors appeared before we left...
I felt a sense of inevitable open and covert struggle, and I couldn't help but feel worried for Evan in my heart.
You: Evan, you absolutely must be careful dealing with them at the ball.
My serious and earnest expression was reflected in his eyes. Slowly, I saw the corners of his lips curve into a smile.
You: Don't laugh! I really think Zee still has something up his sleeve...
Evan: Don't worry, I'll handle it.
Although Evan's tone was certain, Zee's last words to me still echoed in my ears. After much hesitation, my desire to help Evan outweighed my timidity.
You: Actually... if Zee keeps his word, I can also go to the ball with you.
Evan paused slightly, then smiled and shook his head.
Evan: You're still worried about me, aren't you?
You: I just want to do my part for this cooperation.
You: And I believe you won't put me in danger.
Evan looked into the distance, his eyebrows slightly raised, his thumb gently stroking the steering wheel. I couldn't read his emotions.
It wasn't until the car stopped at a red light that he turned to me with a smile.
Evan: Then, the only thing I need to consider now is—
You: Mhm? What is it?
Evan: It's my first time attending a ball with you. What should I do to make my dance partner happier?
I widened my eyes in surprise, then realized that Evan was extending an invitation to me.
You: Really? I'm worried I'll hold you back... because I'm not very good at dancing.
Evan: I'll be responsible for teaching you. Trust me.
The dark red that filled my eyes was like the red wine in a glass, making me feel immersed in it.
I sank into the soft back of the seat, feeling my heart soften a little.
...
The dangerous invitation I couldn't refuse made me hesitate.
In the end, I found the answer in his eyes.
I no longer hesitated, no longer feared.
I took a step forward,
Towards the winding truth lurking in the shadows.
[SPECIAL END]
"There's no need to fear challenges, because he's by your side."
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1. [Mention the ball]
The scenes that had just occurred replayed uncontrollably in my mind. I couldn't help but feel worried about this cooperation.
If I attended the ball, Zee would provide more information about the partnership, which should also be helpful to Evan.
What's more, as long as I stayed by Evan's side, I believed he wouldn't let anything happen to me. Thinking of this, I made up my mind.
You: Evan, for the next ball, let me go with you!
Hearing my words, he seemed to pause slightly.
But quickly, he turned his head slightly, his face returning to the smile I knew so well.
Evan: Are you really sure you've thought this through?
I nodded, wanting to say more, but Evan pulled the car over to the side of the road.
The streetlights softly illuminated his profile, sprinkling his dark eyes with starlight.
Evan: If you're just worried about me, you really don't have to do this.
You: But...
Why did those two presidents suddenly receive the news and rush over? How would they compete at the upcoming ball? Various questions tangled in my heart, and I couldn't ignore them.
Although everyone always said Evan was young and promising, no one knew what he endured behind the scenes.
The business world was a battlefield. How did he, amidst a group of shrewd and experienced business giants, manage to reach his current position?
Evan: But, I don't regret coming here with you at all today...
You: I want to continue sharing the burden with you and securing this cooperation together. Can I?
I blurted out the voice from the bottom of my heart in one breath, but then immediately realized I might have spoken too boldly and pursed my lips a little self-consciously.
He paused slightly, then suddenly curved the corners of his lips, leaning forward to rest on the steering wheel.
This posture betrayed a hint of his weariness. He turned his head, looking at me with eyes full of laughter.
The neon lights from the street painted soft and beautiful halos around his eyebrows and the tips of his hair.
Evan: I'm very happy, because you're concerned about this cooperation, or rather, concerned about me.
Evan: Thank you, Y/N.
His gaze fell on my face, earnest and deep, the undercurrents surging in his eyes almost overwhelming me.
You: You're welcome...
His large hand rested on the top of my head, gently patting it. I couldn't help but quickly lower my head even further, so he wouldn't see the blush spreading across my face.
Evan: In that case, I'm also honored to have your assistance.
Evan: For the ball, just make sure you have the time free. Leave everything else to me with peace of mind.
The smile on his lips was as gentle as ever, yet it carried a determined strength that aimed to win.
You: So, you agree?
Evan: Mhm.
The car drove all the way to my place. I said goodbye to Evan, preparing to go upstairs.
Evan: Y/N.
I turned back and saw his face bathed in moonlight.
Evan: I'm really looking forward to the ball.
Hearing him mention the ball, I suddenly remembered something important I had forgotten!
You: Actually...
Evan: What's wrong?
You: I forgot... I don't think I know how to dance.
He paused, then chuckled softly.
Evan: It's alright, I'll teach you.
Evan: But in exchange, your first dance is reserved for me.
...
The silent standoff fermented in the night.
Only the warmth of his palm soothed my unease.
"The promise of the ball hides an unknown danger."
And I only longed for
That first dance with him that night.
[TRUE END]
"Your first dance is reserved by me."
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TIMELINE POST 1
Evan: Midnight has already fallen.
You: And I must be the light!
Evan's Response: As expected of you, you caught on quickly.
TIMELINE POST 2
Evan: Even in a fixed situation, you can create a turning point.
You: Did I not help at all...?
Evan's Response: How could you say that? I'm very glad you're here with me.
TIMELINE POST 3
Evan: Hoping to draw a character who survives to the end next time.
You: Surviving to the end is also very tiring...
Evan's Response: If I could, I'd like to help you.
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TEXT MESSAGE 1
Evan: Still can't sleep?
You: Currently preparing for the third forced attempt to fall asleep.
Evan: Don't always force yourself.
Evan: It just so happens that I've finished up what I was working on. Want to chat?
You: Then... let's chat about what you're doing right now?
Evan: Aren't I chatting with you right now?
Evan: Want to guess what I was just doing?
You: Swaying a wine glass, looking at the scenery in front of the French windows?
Evan: Your imagination is surprisingly specific.
Evan: Although I enjoy doing that occasionally, tonight I was actually building a ship in a bottle model.
You: I've always wanted to try that!
Evan: If there's a chance next time, we can build one together.
Evan: I believe you'll definitely do well.
TEXT MESSAGE 2
Evan: Where are you? Is it a good time to take a call?
You: Yes! I just got home!
Evan: Then why don't you get settled in first?
Evan: I'll call back in a bit.
You: I'm already sitting obediently!
Evan: Okay, I'll call you now.
Evan: (Call completed, click to replay.)
Evan: I just confirmed the schedule. I'll come pick you up at 11 AM on Saturday, is that alright?
Evan: We can also have lunch together.
You: Mhm, then it's settled for now.
Evan: If there's anything you'd like to eat, you can tell me in advance.
TEXT MESSAGE 3
Evan: If you had a long holiday, where would you plan to go to relax?
You: Probably a quiet water town in Jiangnan. Waking up naturally every day, opening the window to see the beautiful scenery outside.
Evan (Voice MSG): I think the key is "waking up naturally every day," right?
You: What about you? Where would you choose?
Evan: I don't have any special preferences for vacation destinations.
Evan: Because what truly relaxes me is the person I'm vacationing with.
You: Why do you keep mentioning long holidays to me today? I'm not going to lose my job, am I... I'm so anxious...
Evan: Haha, how can a holiday equal unemployment?
Evan (Voice MSG): The company is planning to organize a team-building event. I want to choose a location you'll like.
TEXT MESSAGE 4
You: It seems like live-action experience games are really popular lately! Like script-based murder mystery games, have you heard of them?
Evan: Mhm, I'm quite interested in script-based murder mystery games.
Evan: What about you?
You: I quite like them. I didn't expect you to be interested too.
Evan: At first, I just approached it with a try-it-out mentality.
Evan: Then I discovered something interesting.
Evan: Although the core gameplay is performing while wearing a mask, sometimes those who are completely unreserved can find the truth faster.
You: Hearing you say that makes me want to try it even more. A friend opened a script-based murder mystery game store and invited me to play. Would you... be willing to go together?
Evan: I can't really be considered an expert, I just have some experience in "playing roles."
Evan: I'm looking forward to our script-based murder mystery game. I think it will definitely be an interesting experience.
You: Okay, okay, but just a heads-up, my reasoning skills are very average. Don't complain at me for being a burden then...
Evan: I never think you're a burden.
Evan: On the contrary, you often bring me many surprises.
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PHONE CALL
Evan: Here's the thing. When I dropped you off just now, there was something I forgot to ask you.
You: Mhm? What is it?
Evan: Are you free this weekend?
Evan: If so, I'd like to take you to pick out dance shoes first.
You: Huh? Are we starting to prepare for the ball already?
Evan: Mhm. Since it's the first time, choosing a suitable pair of shoes is important.
Evan: Also, there needs to be some time for your feet and the shoes to break in, so I thought it would be better to prepare as soon as possible.
You: I didn't realize there was such a thing...
You: I was even thinking of just wearing my usual shoes.
Evan: Wearing your usual shoes might hurt your feet.
Evan: To avoid any accidents, I think it would be better if we went directly to a shop. That way, I'll feel more at ease too.
You: But... wouldn't that be too much trouble for you?
You: You've been very busy lately too...
Evan: You don't need to worry about the time. I'll arrange everything.
Evan: You're accompanying me to the ball. If anyone's causing trouble, it's me troubling you.
You: Then, how about this Saturday? Is that alright?
Evan: Mhm, no problem. As for the specific time, let me check my schedule and confirm with you later?
You: Okay.
You: Speaking of which, is there any special dress code for the ball?
Evan: After we choose the shoes, we can also pick out a gown while we're at it.
You: Oh, oh, okay.
Evan: Mhm. When it comes to matching outfits, I trust your taste.
Evan: As for everything else, just leave it all to me.
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Chapter 2
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