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LUCIEN (XU MO)

Dates

Lucien Love Carnival - Fireworks Event

Long Day Date (2nd Birthday) | 1st Part | 2nd Part

Recollection Date (3rd Birthday) | 1st Part | 2nd Part

Art Gallery Date | 1st Part | 2nd Part

Nostalgic Date

Painting Gallery Date | Prologue | 1st Part | 2nd Part

Setting up Stall Date (Christmas Date) | 1st Part | 2nd Part  | Call

Taste Date (ER Valentine 2021) | Call

From the Heart Date | 1st Call | 2nd Call

Mystical Date | 1st Call | 2nd Call

Interlaced Date

Mountain Date

Blue Sea Date | 1st Call | 2nd Call

Tea Garden Date

Intimate Date

Leisure Light Date

Standstill Date

Struggling Free Date (Halloween CN 2021 AU) | 1st Call | 2nd Call

Helpless Date | Call

Echo Date (4th Birthday) | Call | Stories

Warm Snow Date (3rd ER Westmoon)

Cherished Date | Call

Impression Date | Call   

Witness Date | Call 1 | Call 2

Winter Farewell Date

Mind’s Quest

Craving (CN Valentine 2021)

New Chemical Reaction (CN Qixi 2021)

Arriving With The Crowds (Lipstick Series)

Misty Rain Deity (CNY 2022)

Main Story

Main Story Ch.34 - Lucien (34-2) 

Main Story Season 2 - Lucien (13-5)

Lucien’s R&S - Eclipse (Internal Erosion)  | 1st Call | 2nd Call

Lucien’s R&S - Catching a Glimpse

VICTOR (LI ZEYAN)

Dates

Exhibition Date | 1st Part | 2nd Part

Victor's Mind Quest: Preference 

Main Story

Main Story Ch.37 - Victor’s Route 

Main Story Ch.34 - Victor (34-15)

坠月之宴 - West Moon

Chapter 1 | ONE | TWO 

Chapter 2 | ONE | TWO

Clerk: You ordered a cup of hot cocoa and a soufflé, please wait a moment on the side.

MC: Okay , thank you.

I took a step towards the dining table and looked out the window. A thin layer of snow lay on both sides of the street, almost melting in the brilliance of spring.

Two days ago, there was a heavy snowfall in Loveland City without any forecast. After that, the temperature suddenly rose sharply, and the winter was gone forever.

The news says this is likely to be the last snow of the year - many days earlier than expected.

And Lucien went to participate in the closed meeting, which will end tomorrow. At this point, we were not able to abide by the agreement of "watching the last snow together".

Looking at the last glimpse of the winter scenery outside the window, I helplessly lowered my shoulders and turned to look at the steaming coffee machine.

According to the agreement with Lucien at the time, when I completed all the tasks he assigned before he left, it was almost the time when his closed meeting ended.

And we are about to see each other after more than ten days of "long distance relationship".

So early this morning, I rushed to this coffee shop to complete the last item on my to-do list.

"The day before Lucien came back, went to the coffee shop we used to visit and bought a cup of hot cocoa."

MC: Let’s report the itinerary to Lucien....

I took out my phone and opened Lucien's chatroom.

MC: "What are you doing now?"

I looked down at the screen, there was no movement on the other side of the dialog.

MC: Is the break time over?

When I was swiping my finger on the screen, I wanted to send another text message to cheer him up, but I heard a familiar voice from the corner of the cafe.

Lucien: To gather vine goes she, when her I do not see, one day seems longer than months three.

Lucien: To gather reed goes she, when her I d o not see, one day seems long as seasons three.

Lucien: To gather herbs goes she, when her I do not see, one day seems longer than years three.

T/N: He said those line in English, thank Xia Lei-laoshi for your hard work~

The tone that followed the way was soft and steady, I didn't turn back, but felt my heart skip a beat, and a smile unconsciously hung on the corner of my mouth.

Clerk: Your hot cocoa and souffle are ready.

I blinked and smiled at the clerk.

MC: Can I have another spoon?

By the fireplace in the cafe, three or four kids gathered around a tall figure, chatting with each other.

Kid A: Big brother, so what does this poem mean?

Kid B: Can you read another poem for us?

The man surrounded by the center smiled and took off the frame on the bridge of his nose, and started to say something.

As if feeling my sight, he turned to look at me.

When I met those eyes that were thinking day and night, my footsteps stopped in place, and the corners of my mouth subconsciously raised a big arc.

The deep eyes suddenly lit up a little, and the fire of the fireplace flickered at the bottom of the eyes, mixed with a faint joy that could not be concealed.

The kids around him were still urging Lucien to explain the meaning of the poem just now. He didn't take his eyes back, his eyes fixed on my eyes.

Lucien: The meaning of this poem is....

Lucien: Sometimes, time suddenly slows down.

Kid: Will time slow down?

Lucien: Will do.

Lucien: If you like someone, then as long as you haven't seen her for a few days, you will feel that time is slowing down, as if a long, long time has passed.

With the restless waves in my heart following his words, I stepped towards him and traced his outline with my eyes.

He was wearing the shirt I bought for him when we were shopping together, as if he had just had his hair cut, and looked in good mood.

He seems to have lost some weight again, and the profile of the face looks sharp and angular. I pursed my lips and suddenly remembered our brief phone call between work the other day.

MC: .... So you didn't go to the cafeteria to eat today?

Lucien: Yesterday's failed tasting experience taught me that today's dishes need to be chosen carefully.

MC: Then you can't skip meals!

MC: And... When did Professor Lucien have such strict requirements for food?

Lucien: It may have to start with a little chef who is keen to develop a variety of dishes-

Lucien: I have been eating the food you made some time ago, and now I will inevitably feel a little "once in the sea".

T/N: 曾经沧海难为水 (céng jīng cānghǎi nán wéi shuǐ ) Idiom: One who has seen the ocean thinks nothing of mere rivers.—to a sophisticated person there is nothing new under the sun

The child-like playful tone couldn't be shaken out of my mind, and I couldn't help but chuckle.

The kids followed Lucien's line of sight and looked around curiously. One of the kids showed an expression of sudden realization.

Kid A: Huh? Big brother, is this the sister you were waiting for?

Lucien: Um. I've been waiting for this sister for a long time, so can you let the big brother give her a time?

Kid B: Yes, but why?

Kid A: You are so stupid! Big brother means, this is his girlfriend, let's go, don't disturb them on the date!

The other children nodded ignorantly, took the poetry collection from Lucien's hand, thanked him politely, and then ran away.

I walked up to him with a blushing face, put down the plate, bent down, opened my arms wide, and embraced his breath in my arms.

There was a light laugh in his skin-to-skin ear as he wrapped one arm around my back and the other in my hair.

Lucien: Why did you finish the mission so early?

MC: If I hadn't come earlier, The Great Professor Lucien didn't know how many poems he would have translated for the kids here.

The deep low smile fell into my ears again, and I reluctantly left his embrace and sat down beside him.

MC: Didn't you say that you will be back until the next day?

Lucien: It is indeed tomorrow. There was a party tonight, but I tried to push it off.

I was stunned for a moment, but I quickly understood the reason why he pushed the party away, but I still blinked knowingly.

MC: Why push it off?

Seeing as if he saw my mind, he smiled and took a sip of coffee.

Lucien: Some people say that it only takes 21 days to form a habit.

Lucien: For the past 21 days, I have been with MC every day.

Lucien: Go to get off work on time, eat the food you cook, get used to seeing you every day, and get used to the taste of the food you cook, so...

MC: Oh~ so you are used to having me by your side, so you came here to wait for me and meet me by chance?

I continued what he said, pouting in a feigned grievance.

MC: It was just "habituation".

Lucien raised his slender eyes, shook his head gently, and covered my lap with the blanket hanging on the back of the chair behind him.

Lucien: Just like you have main ingredients and main ingredients in cooking, habit is just a "main ingredient" that makes me come back early.

MC: So what is this "main ingredient"?

He silently flattened the blanket on my lap, and the corners of his relaxed mouth rose slightly, as if he could reveal all his thoughts to me.

Lucien: Before revealing the answer, I would like to correct the wording you just made.

Lucien: It was my long-planned plan to spare today's time and wait for you here.

Lucien: Rather, it was a well-planned reunion, not what you might call a "meeting by chance," to be precise.

Lucien: Because before I left, I expected this kind of urgency now, so...

He raised his eyelashes and looked deeply into my eyes.

Lucien: Wanting to see you is the "main ingredient" that I can't wait to come here.

T/N: I believe he means “because I miss you” 

The heat of the fireplace scorched my whole body, and my cheeks were gradually getting a blush from the heat.

I quickly picked up the hot cocoa and took a sip, suppressing my throbbing heartbeat.

MC: Then you can also tell me in advance, in case I come late, don't you have to wait a day?

Lucien: As it turns out, I still know a lot about MC.

He squinted his long and narrow eyes, and he seemed confident in my actions.

I pouted and snorted softly, took out the task list Lucien left me from the backpack, flattened it carefully, and took out the pen to tick the last task.

MC: I, I just want to hurry up and finish this task list. That's it.

MC: You see, it's all done!

He smiled, and took out a task sheet from his pocket. Most of the task bars on it were ticked, and only the one with my appointment to see the snow was still empty.

Lucien: It's a pity that I couldn't finish all the things you gave me.

MC: The plan can't keep up with the changes.

MC: Besides, I decided to watch the last snow to say goodbye to winter, but now I think about it, I don't have to watch the snow to say goodbye.

Seeing him pursing his lips thoughtfully, I blinked and put on a playful look.

MC: Of course, if Professor Lucien is really unhappy, then I will take a small note of you and see your performance~

His brows opened slightly, and a smile appeared at the corners of his eyes.

Lucien: So now give me a chance to make up for it.

After leaving the coffee shop, Lucien took me to the forest park on the outskirts of the city.

Since it is far from the city center, the temperature around the park is not high, and the flowers and trees in the park are still covered with a thick layer of solidified snow paved on the ground.

I put my hand in Lucien's coat pocket and put my fingers together with him, stroll along the tree-lined paths in the park.

The snow-white branches faintly exude a fragrance, stretching quietly over the trail, and time seems to be quietly condensed at this moment.

MC: How pretty...

He stopped and raised his hand to brush my messy hair and tucked it behind my ear.

Lucien: Will that make up for some of our regrets not seeing the last snow?

MC: Of course! ...In fact, whether it is watching the last snow, or saying goodbye to winter, all are excuses.

MC: A greedy excuse for me to stick with you all winter.

After speaking, I stuck out my tongue in embarrassment, pretending not to see his increasingly obvious smile.

Lucien: It seems that I have to arrange the closed meeting more often.

MC: Why?

Lucien: In this way, I can listen to the thought of the lady beside me more often.

When he said these words, the bottom of his deep eyes revealed a rare trace of cunning, and I had to turn my eyes away with a blushing face.

MC: Then you have to "bribe" me with such beautiful scenery.

Saying that, I looked up and saw that some dead trees had already bloomed with green buds, dotted with vitality on the white snowdrifts

MC: However, the trip to winter farewell arranged by Professor Lucien it's indeed a worthwhile trip.

There was a chuckle that seemed to be unbearable, and I looked at him suspiciously.

MC: What are you laughing at?

Lucien: I'm sorry, I just think the phrase "winter farewell" is cute.

Lucien: After all, most people seem to be welcoming the spring, and very few people "saying goodbye to winter".

MC: You say that as if it's true....Why? Wouldn't it be nice to say goodbye to winter?

He lowered his eyes slightly and pondered for a moment.

Lucien: Probably because winter farewell means looking back at winter, and more people choose to look forward to spring than to look back.

MC: But isn't it fun to look back at winter?

I bowed my head and thought seriously about my experience this winter.

MC: There are sweet hot cocoa, warm home theater nights, and the ability to hug you in the sun, and the work is very fulfilling.

MC: By the way, we also participated in several outdoor niche sports and making a set of DIY ceramic couple cups.

MC: There are many, many, many, countless joys....

MC: Thinking about it this way, my winter was very fulfilling, not only worth looking back, but also a little nostalgic!

Lucien narrowed his long and narrow eyes, as if he had heard something interesting.

Lucien: It sounds like I'm a part of these countless joys.

Lucien: It seems that as MC said, we have been "stuck" together all winter.

As if I had been told, my cheeks were slightly hot, and I held my face and raised my chin.

MC: ...There should be times when we don't stick together.

I pretended to pull my hand out of his coat pocket and try to count the "beautiful bits" of my life alone.

MC: My friends and I went to eat delicious food, watched the art exhibition with Kiki and the others, and read a very interesting novel...

As I spoke, my voice became smaller and smaller, and finally I cleared my throat with a guilty conscience.

MC: ...I admit, compared to the time with you, this seems to be a lot less.

I silently slipped into his coat and pressed my forehead against his chest.

MC: So during your absence, I was looking at plums to quench my thirst, drawing cakes to satisfy my hunger, and remembering sweets.

T/N: MC is using an idiom: 望梅止渴, 画饼充饥, 忆甜思甜.

(1) quench one's thirst by thinking of plums—console oneself with false hopes; feed on fancies

(2) draw cakes to allay hunger— feed on illusions; false hope

(3) remember sweet things

There was a slight vibration in his chest, and Lucien's voice carried a hint of joy.

Lucien: But to my ears, these experiences of yours are very interesting.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on my neck like he was lying.

Lucien: In the past ten days, my time other than meetings has been very boring.

MC: Is it? Then as Professor Lucien said, how did you spend your days when I was away?

I don't know what he remembered, he suddenly let out a chuckle, then took out the mobile phone from his pocket, operated it a few times and handed it to me.

On the screen, I was sleeping on the sofa, the corners of my mouth were slightly raised, as if I was having a sweet dream.

In the video, the sound of the air conditioner humidifier running can be vaguely heard, which is familiar and pleasant.

The lens is firmly focused on my face, the sun shines on my brows through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a shadow under my eyes.

MC: You, when did you shoot...

Lucien didn't answer, and his fingers landed on my lips, as if to signal me to watch first.

In the video, I suddenly wrinkled my nose and took a few breaths. With a slight shaking, a familiar chuckle came from the video.

I subconsciously looked at Lucien with a look of embarrassment and slammed into his eyes. After scraping the tip of my nose, he retracted his hand and raised a beautiful arc between his eyebrows.

Lucien: Look at plum to quench thirst, draw cakes to satisfy hunger, and remember sweetness.

MC: So show me your photo album again.

I shook Lucien's hand slightly to see if he had any other "candid evidence" in his phone.

Lucien smiled and looked down at me. He didn't answer right away, and swept across the woods not far away with a thoughtful expression.

Lucien: If there is an empathetic producer who can help me buy a hot drink, of course I can agree to anything.

I looked in the direction of his fingers with some confusion, and saw a food truck selling drinks parked on a nearby alley.

MC: You mean, I'm going to buy it myself?

I repeated it suspiciously, and got Lucien's acquiescence with a smile.

This cunning man must have wanted to do something. According to his usual habits, he should go with me.

MC: ....Alright then.

I narrowed my eyes and decided to cooperate with him unconditionally and see what he wanted to do.

Although the weather was getting warmer, it was still a little cold outside in the suburbs. With my hands in my pockets, I stood by the dining car and waited for the boss to make a hot drink.

My fingertips suddenly felt the touch of a piece of paper in my pocket. I took it out and saw that it was the task sheet I left to Lucien.

My eyes subconsciously fell to the last column, which was also the only one that was not ticked—“Watching the last snow with MC”

This line was circled, and the ink-colored pen writing faintly smeared on the paper. I turned my head subconsciously and looked in Lucien's direction.

In the open space surrounded by bushes, Lucien sat on the bench. He casually leaned back in his chair, tilted his head slightly, and stared at the trees above his head.

And where his sight fell, the branches of the trees had suddenly formed a thick layer of ice.

Crystal clear crystals envelop the entire grove, reflecting a strange multicolored light in the sunlight, which is extremely beautiful from a distance.

Stall owner: Miss, your drink is ready.

MC: Okay, thank you.

I came back to my senses, picked up the hot drink, turned around and walked towards Lucien, paying careful attention to the bushes around me.

When I passed by here just now, is there such a beautiful scene? It seems that there is only snow left on the branches...

I subconsciously circled around but found that there was only an ordinary snow scene around me, and only Lucien was surrounded by such a fantastic and unreal glacial scene.

He didn't seem surprised, instead he looked up calmly, even with a bit of observation and scrutiny.

The temperature of the hot drink spreads along the fingertips to the palm of my hand. I stared at the white mist above the hot drink cup, and my heart suddenly moved.

Could it be that...the "Ice and Snow Forest" in front of me has something to do with Lucien?

If that's the case, then his strange act of taking me away just now makes sense!

I slowed down my pace, walked quietly behind him and before he could react, I gently pressed the side of the hot drink to his cheek.

He looked stunned for a moment, looked up and saw that it was me, and narrowed his eyes.

MC: These groves covered with crystals are not Professor Lucien's "experiments" are they?

He nodded calmly and made no secret of it.

Lucien: Do you like it?

MC: ...Of course I like it.

I got a positive answer, and my heart was full of surprise joy, so I simply sat on the bench behind him, leaning back to back with him.

The warm breath enveloped me, and when I looked at the pure "winter scenery" in front of me, my heart felt inexplicably peaceful.

Lucien: I've been thinking about what else to do if you miss that snow, to get the winter you envisioned.

Lucien: After thinking about it, maybe creating the most beautiful winter scene and letting you say goodbye to this winter is the best way.

Lucien: If you like it, the "experiment" is very successful.

The sky was as blue as a wash, and the warm sunlight poured down through dazzling brilliance.

I felt like a warm energy was injected into my heart, and I couldn't help but smile.

MC: This is really the best winter scene I have ever seen.

Lucien: But I think this is not enough.

MC: Hm?

Before I could respond, there was warmth in my ears.

MC: ....Lucien?

Lucien: Wait a moment.

His breath lingered on my auricle, itching and numbness, and within a second, my ears was stuffed into a hard gadget.

I reached out and touched it and found it was a headset. Looking along its cord, the other headset is in Lucien's ear.

I turned my head to the side and saw Lucien took out his phone and clicked on an audio. Strangely, there was no sound coming.

I was about to ask, when he interrupted me softly.

Lucien: Close your eyes, MC.

I closed my eyes in confusion.

In the quiet environment, only his voice came clearly and lingered in my ears.

Lucien: On the snowy day, I happened to be sitting by the window of the conference room.

Lucien: When the snowflakes started to fall, while regretting not being able to watch the last snow with you, I suddenly remembered a sentence I saw a long time ago.

Lucien: "A lot of beauty in the world is moving, often because of the moment you witness the beauty, and the person you remember."

His voice was low and deep, like a pair of soft hands, slowly plucking my heartstrings.

Lucien: What is certain is that at that moment, there was only your appearance in front of my eyes.

Lucien: The snow fell on the glass without making any sound, but I heard your voice.

Lucien: So I thought, no matter what, I would re-witness such beauty with you once again.

His words seemed to mean something, my heart still moved, and some vague idea flashed in my mind.

MC: What's on the headphones now...?

Lucien: It was the sound of snow that day.

As if a small warm current was injected into my heart, I couldn't suppress the curvature of my lips, and I closed my eyes and listened with bated breath.

Lucien: I originally wanted to "watch" the last snow with you in this way.

Lucien: But when I was walking here with you just now, a new idea came to my mind.

Hearing what he said, I subconsciously opened my eyes to look at Lucien, and caught a glimpse of a small crystal icicle flying out of his fingertips.

Ding--

The branches were clanking, the ice layer shattered in an instant, and the fresh petals on the branches flew in the air together with the snow, floating in the air.

Beautiful as snow.

The white noise in my ears was still flowing, I looked at the white sky in front of me, as if I really heard the sound of falling snow.

I suddenly remembered that a long time ago, he also sent me the sound of melting glaciers on the other side of the earth.

Come to think of it, maybe my winter wasn't good enough.

It was the man behind me who brought all the good things into my winter.

At the end of winter, the sun already had a warm warmth. I leaned back comfortably on the back of the chair and felt the warmth of Lucien on my back.

After taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes again, stretched my arms lazily, and cleared my throat.

MC: Lucien, I understand why I dare to look back at winter.

MC: Not only because this winter is very warm, but also because of having you by my side, I have seen many small and beautiful things.

MC: In these beautiful moments, I realized that there are many moments in life that are easily overlooked.

MC: And you always draw my attention to these moments, shove them into my field of vision, and fill my world.

MC: I think you are the source of my beliefs that everything in the world is beautiful.

I leaned against his shoulder and felt his head slowly resting on top of mine.

Lucien: Sounds like I'm your "filter" for seeing the world?

I froze for a moment, and couldn't help but chuckle.

MC: As expected of Professor Lucien who is good at summarizing!

Lucien: So, I am honored to be your "filter".

The flying "snowflakes" gradually fell to the ground, mixed with the melting snow and ice, and became a new memory left this winter.

The world is rewashed into the scenery of early spring, full of vitality and spring.

I straightened up, stretched out my arms, took a long breath of satisfaction, and embraced the sun in my arms.

MC: So now, I declare - our "winter trip" has come to a successful conclusion!

MC: As the organizer, does Mr. Lucien has anything to say?

He chuckled softly, cleared his throat cooperatively, and the deep voice fell softly into my ear.

Lucien: In the winter of next year, please allowed MC to witness this good thing with me.

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Notes from me: Thanks for always enjoying his date and my translations~ There’s so much idiom for this date which I’m afraid I make a mistake for translating it, so if you guys find some mistakes, please let me know ^^

MC: Lucien, are you back?

Lucien: Yes, I've finished shopping for ingredients and I'm on my way back. Have you made a campfire yet?

MC: Yes, the staff said that today is very lucky, the wind and waves at the seaside are not too big, so everyone can't wait to arrange it.

MC: There was also music playing, did you hear it?

Lucien: Is that "Time After Time" that was also played this afternoon?

Lucien: Just hearing the song, I can imagine the lively scene.

MC: Professor Lucien's ears are really good! By the way, when I helped decorate the dining table just now, I met a Chinese girl.

MC: She said her husband was a research scholar. So I said that you are also a very good brain scientist, maybe you can get acquainted later~

Lucien: Alright. Did you take out that bottle of fruit wine?

Lucien: We can sit by the campfire for a while, drink and chat.

MC: It's already taken out!

MC: However, given what I know about Professor Lucien's drinking capacity...you have to have fun, but don't be too greedy

Lucien: I am not the only one to remember this sentence.

Lucien: ....I seem to hear the music faintly, it looks like it should be coming soon.

MC: Then I'll set up a chair for you by the campfire first!

MC: Lucien, I think I like this place even more.

Lucien: Hmm? How so?

MC: I saw the pictures here on the Internet before, and I just thought it was a very beautiful island.

MC: But now that I came here, I discovered that the scenery here is so vivid--

MC: Campfires, waves, loving couples...

MC: And you.

MC: All of this, makes me like it even more.

Lucien: Why I feel that everything I wanted to say today was preempted by you?

MC: That must be because we are so special.

Lucien: Here I see your happy smile, hear your sincere vows, and...

Lucien: Received your bouquet.

Lucien: All about you, makes me like it even more.

MC: Lucien, have you changed your clothes?

Lucien: Yes, I'm sitting in a bus arranged by the event organizer.

Lucien: Have you left there too?

MC: Not yet, I and the other girls are still waiting for the bus.

MC: I didn't expect the first part of this event gonna be difficult like this.

MC: Instead of meeting each other, the couples have to get on the arranged vehicle, go to any point on the island, pick a gift and then go looking for each other.

Lucien: However, I think this part is also very interesting.

Lucien: If we were on a completely unfamiliar island, we could quickly find each other intuitively--

Lucien: Isn't it also a side note, that we have a "heart-to-heart" feeling?

MC: That's right.... Hey, why do I seem to hear a loud wind? It sounds like it's on the beach.

MC: If it's taking you to the beach, I don't know whether to go to the street or the mountain... Are there a lot of people talking around you?

Lucien: All right, the curious "one hundred-thousand questions" Miss.

Lucien: Go ahead and I think this should be counted as a violation.

MC: Hehe, I'm just taking advantage of the loopholes in the rules reasonably~

MC: However, Professor Lucien is really cautious and strict.

Lucien: Because I think this part is difficult, but for us, it can be completed quickly.

MC: Oh? It seems that Professor Lucien is very confident?

Lucien: It should be said that for the tacit understanding between us, I have always very confident.

Lucien: And I actually have some selfishness. So don't worry, we will meet soon.

MC: Selfishness?

Lucien: Today, although we are participating in an event, from the dressing to the process arrangement, it is indeed very similar to a real wedding.

Lucien: About the tension and anticipation of the groom before meeting the bride, I can feel it to some extent now.

Lucien: I don't want to miss a moment of your wedding dress.

The afternoon sun shines on the island, paving the streets in front of me with gorgeous colors.

Even though I was a newcomer, after asking the driver to take me to the most lively street on the island, I saw where I wanted to go with just a glance.

The streets are crowded with people, as bustling as expected.

Carrying the skirt, I trotted to a stall selling flowers, and the white wedding dress on my body attracted passers-by to look back frequently.

I stopped, and under the surprised eyes of the flower girl, I calmed my breath and showed a smile.

MC: Hi, I'd like to have a bridal bouquet.

-Flashback-

MC: Lucien, I found something that looks quite interesting activity!

A month ago, I walked into Lucien's study, pointed to the event poster on the screen, and read the slogan on it.

MC: "Love needs to be witnessed."

MC: Don't you think this sentence is very romantic?

Lucien took off his glasses and turned his head to look at the island on the poster. It looked like a beautiful necklace, naturally laid out on the blue sea.

Lucien: This place seems to be often seen on the Internet recently?

MC: Well, it's been on a hot search recently, saying it's "the best place to take wedding photos"

MC: This is a headland by the sea, on a small island where all seasons are summer.

I leaned down, hugged Lucien from behind, and rubbed against his shoulder.

MC: Now many couples like to post their daily life online and share their love with more people.

MC: I think that's how this event was designed.

I leaned close to Lucien's ear and deliberately lengthened the end, as if he could hear something in my words, Lucien's lips curled up.

Lucien: I see.

He paused for a moment, then spoke.

Lucien: It happened that we haven't been to the beach for a long time.

MC: Great!

I threw myself into his arms at once, and the faint grassy fragrance instantly wrapped me.

With a chuckle, Lucien skillfully caught me and let me sat on his lap.

Lucien: If I remember correctly, the day of the event is Valentine's Day?

Lucien looked at me, and wrapped his palm around the gap between my five fingers.

Lucien: I am also looking forward to spending this holiday with you in a special way.

-Flashback end-

In front of the stall, when the flower girl went to prepare the bouquet, I looked down at the wedding dress again——

Unexpectedly, this event turned out to be for couples to wear wedding dresses and hold a "wedding" on this island.

And before the event begin, the participating couples can't meet, but have to bring a gift to find each other.

Noticing the constant gaze of passers-by and the sound of taking pictures, I bowed my head a little embarrassedly.

While it was my intention to come to this street and be the center of attention, at the moment I seem to be more noticeable than I expected.

MC: They must think I'm weird...

Flower Girl: Here you are, congratulations!

The flower girl smiled warmly. I was about to take the bouquet from her, but one hand took the lead.

I turned my head and met a pair of familiar eyes.

Lucien: If there is a groom by the bride's side, it's not weird.

I looked at the curved smiling eyes in front of me, my heart beat faster, and my eyes widened in surprise.

MC: Lucien!

He was wearing a well-tailored suit, carrying a delicate box in his hand, and his eyebrows were softened by the sunlight.

MC: Aren't you supposed to be in another part of the island? How did you know I was here?

Facing my series of questions, Lucien smiled and put the bouquet into my hand.

Lucien: I don't actually know.

Lucien: I just asked where is the most trafficked place on the island?

Lucien: After all, as far as I know, a smart big producer will definitely think of some way to let me find her as soon as possible.

Lucien: Wearing a wedding dress and appearing on the busiest street is bound to cause some commotion.

Lucien: This is undoubtedly the most effective way to send a "signal".

His tone was relaxed, as if all my careful thoughts were within his expectations.

I chuckled and grabbed his arm.

MC: The event organizers must have never imagined that Professor Lucien is simply a cheating existence~

Lucien lifted the skirt for me and took me to the street, his eyes swept over the passing traffic.

Lucien: I remember next, according to the rules of the event, we were supposed to rush to that promontory headland?

MC: Yup! But now is the holiday season, there are a lot of tourists on the island, I am afraid it is difficult to get a taxi...

Seeing me looking around in embarrassment, Lucien thought for a while, then came up with an idea.

He took a few steps forward, gestured for a ride, and after a while, a car stopped.

The window rolled down, and seeing what Lucien said to the other party, the owner of the car warmly greeted us to get in the car.

MC: What did you tell him? Why did he so readily agree to take us?

With a smile in Lucien's eyes, he lowered his head and moved closer to me.

Lucien: I just said we're going to get married.

Lucien: And asked him if he could give us a ride.

Gentle warm air poured in from the gap in the car window. Lucien and I sat in the back seat, holding our hands firmly together.

Noticing the bright sweat on his forehead, I leaned over and took out a tissue to wipe it for him.

MC: Is it hot?

Lucien didn't respond, and just looked at me quietly, with a bright light in his eyes.

Lucien: Does your makeup look different today?

MC: Professor Lucien observed very carefully! This is bridal makeup

Lucien: Is it?

Lucien got closer again and looked at me more and more carefully.

His warm breath wrapped around the tip of my nose, and being watched so intently, my cheeks were slightly hot, so I subconsciously raised my bouquet.

MC: ....This is for you!

Lucien was slightly startled, and he looked down at the bouquet between us.

Lucien: ...It seems that according to common sense, the bouquet should be given by the groom to the bride?

MC: That's right, but well....this is our wedding, so don't worry about these routines.

I leaned in Lucien's direction and found my own reflection in his drooping eyes.

MC: The last time we wore a wedding dress was to fulfill someone else's commission, but now it's different.

MC: This is a "wedding" that truly belongs to us.

I looked at Lucien and said word by word.

MC: Holding flowers means "happiness". So I want to hand it over to you personally.

MC: After all, in our wedding, there are also some processes that only belong to us.

The light and shadow in Lucien's eyes flickered. After a while, he took the flower with a chuckle and nodded.

Lucien: Alright, I remember MC's promise.

Seeing his solemn appearance, I suddenly had the thought of joking.

MC: But knowing so much about these wedding details...

MC: It seems that Professor Lucien really interested in this wedding.

Lucien was stunned for a moment, then his eyes narrowed slightly, and he answered without haste.

Lucien: To be precise, it was about marrying MC.

The heat on my cheeks rose again, and in order to hide my fast heartbeat, I decided to change the subject first.

MC: I have given you a gift, according to the rules of the event, what did you bring me?

Lucien tapped the box beside him and explained with a smile.

Lucien: Don't worry, I'll give it to you when we get to the beach.

There was a hint of curiosity in my heart, when I was about to ask, the car had reached the destination unknowingly.

The car owner turned his head and took out a bottle of wine and said something happily.

But because of his English accent, I didn't understand what he meant.

Lucien: He said it was meant to be fruit wine for his wife.

Lucien: But since we are newly married today, he want to give it to us as a blessing.

Lucien's warm and soft breath was close to my ear.

Afterwards, he smiled and said a local word to the car owner, which attracted a more excited reply from the car owner.

After getting out of the car, I looked at the fruit wine in Lucien's hand and couldn't help poking at him.

MC: When he gave us wine just now, I thought you will refuse it.

Lucien: I also reacted instinctively, probably because today's weather and mood are so good.

When I saw the beautiful arc on his lips, my heart moved slightly.

MC: But I just found out that Professor Lucien can speak the local language.

Lucien: In fact, I only know that sentence, and I learned it temporarily last night.

Lucien: I thought I might be able to use it today, so I secretly practiced it a few times.

He leaned over to my ear, his tone is soft.

Lucien: The meaning is...

Lucien: Thank you for your blessings, we will be happy.

Slowly the sea breeze came, and under the blue sky and white clouds, we arrived at the promontory, which was the same as the scenery we saw on the poster.

--

According to the activity flow, Lucien and I walked into a building called "Love Post Office".

It was not a big space, and it was crowded with many couples in wedding dresses. Guided by the staff, we came to a well-decorated room and waited for a while.

MC: The layout here is quite retro...

I sat in my chair and looked around and saw an old-fashioned camera in front of me. Lucien, who was behind me, leaned down and whispered.

Lucien: The big producer might as well guess, what is the next activity?

MC: Hmm, since it's called "Love Post Office", a postcards or letters might be sent to us in how many years later?

MC: But why take pictures?

Lucien: As far as I know, the next thing we will send is not letters, but newspapers.

Lucien walked forward and stopped in front of a cabinet, his fingers swipe across the rows of newspapers placed on top.

He took a few of them and gave them to me. I found that the words on these newspapers were almost the same, except that the upper right corner had different wedding photos for the newlyweds.

Seeing my doubts, Lucien opened his mouth to explain.

Lucien: I heard that this small island has a customs.

Lucien: Since there are very few local people, people who get married will make a statement in the newspapers.

Lucien: This post office retains this particular customs. Couples can make a newspaper here and put it in the store, but cannot take it away.

Lucien: After many years, the post office will send the paper back to them.

Lucien held my hand holding the newspaper and blinked.

Lucien: If, years later, we received a newspaper with our own marriage "statement"...  

Lucien: It seems to be more romantic than receiving postcards or letters.

Hearing Lucien's words, I nodded thoughtfully, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

MC: Wait a minute...how do you know so well? You wouldn't already know what the event was about, would you?

I looked at Lucien and squinted suspiciously. His eyes flickered, then propped up his chin with his hands, pretending to think seriously.

Lucien: I just had a chat with a staff member before meeting you.

Lucien: The staff member accidentally revealed the next event to me.

Catching the cunning in his eyes, I immediately understood.

--Where the other party is careless, he must have fallen into the trap set up by this great professor.

I held back my laughter and asked him deliberately.

MC: Then did you have any regrets after learning that we were going to be on the street in our wedding dresses?

MC: After all, attending events with such fanfare is never something you are used to.

Lucien raised the corner of his lips and nodded.

Lucien: It's really not in line with my usual habits, but I'm also curious.

He looked at me, his narrow eyes filled with soft light.

Lucien: Like you were drawn to the slogan at the time.

Lucien: "Love needs to be witnessed."

Lucien: I also want to know what kind of mood it would be like to be witnessed by many people?

His words were like a feather brushing from the tip of my heart, setting off a fine itch.

MC: That... How do you feel now?

Before he could answer, the staff just walked into the room and directed Lucien to walk behind me and put his hand on my shoulder.

Against the background of the surrounding retro decorations, I really seemed to have the illusion of traveling through time, so I couldn't help but sit up straight.

After a long while, a voice with a faint smile sounded behind me.

Lucien: Of course... I'm very happy.

"Click."

--

After making the newspaper, Lucien said something to the staff before we left the post office.

On the beach, couples are getting together for a dance party. In addition to balloons and bouquets, delicate wooden chairs were placed everywhere for activity participants to rest and take pictures.

The relaxed and lyrical music is flowing freely in the air, and even the surrounding palm trees seem to be swaying gently with the music.

After passing the dancing crowd, Lucien and I walked to another place on the beach that was less crowded.

The sky was faintly pink, and the white lighthouse standing on the shore was also covered with a layer of brilliance.

The world is as soft as a romantic freehand painting. I pulled Lucien and sat down on the chair, and then I started to see the stack of old newspapers I just took from the post office.

It has marriage announcements from people on the island before.

Because of the time span, some newspapers have turned yellow. I looked at it, and a little regret filled my heart.

MC: Will it be so old when we get the newspaper later?

MC: It's a pity that I don't know the local language, if only I could read the contents of the newspaper...

Seeing me muttering to myself, Lucien thoughtfully took the newspaper.

Lucien: Although I do not understand the local language, I have made an interesting discovery.

With a smile in his tone, he pointed to a number in the paragraph in the upper right corner of the newspaper.

Lucien: Hm? Did you notice? That number is different in every newspaper.

Following him, I carefully compared these newspapers.

MC: Right! And the numbers are connected!

Lucien raised his lips and pointed at the numbers on the other newspapers.

Lucien: The number is below the photos of each new couple.

Lucien: I did a comparison, and the older the year, the smaller the number.

Lucien: And when we were making the newspaper just now, I noticed that the couple that photographed in front of us had the number 2235 in their newspaper.

Lucien: So I guess, it should mean that this is the first couple to get married.

Saying that, Lucien suddenly stretched his arms around the back of the chair, and leaned his body on it casually and lazily.

Lucien: In our newspaper, the number is "2236".

Lucien: So with that said, we are the 2236th couple married here.

His gentle words rubbed into the wind, Lucien tilted his head slightly and looked at me, the broken hair on his forehead was gently raised, revealing bright eyes.

The sound of the roaring sea breeze and the surging waves is in my ears, and the picture in front of me is like the most beautiful freeze-frame in the vast world, which is deeply imprinted in my mind.

A strange feeling suddenly rose in my heart, I lowered my head and looked at the newspaper in our hands again.

MC: Lucien, I suddenly felt...

MC: Love, when it is witnessed, does seem to be able to bring strength.

I softened my voice and rubbed my fingertips on the yellowed paper.

MC: The feelings of these lovers were carried down through newspaper records.

MC: And now, we are one of them.

As I spoke slowly, felt a warm emotion melt away a little bit in my heart.

The light in Lucien's eyes flickered slightly, and after a while he opened his mouth.

Lucien: In fact, when we were making newspapers in the post office just now, I quietly asked the staff for one thing.

Lucien: I had them add something to the "Final Words" in the lower left corner of the paper.

I was stunned for a moment, then remembered that it was indeed the case.

So I also imitated Lucien's actions, lying on the chair and waiting for him to speak.

Lucien looked at me, smiled and rubbed my head.

Lucien: The content I filled in was very simple, only one sentence.

Lucien: "I only need this issue in this lifetime."

The sound of the waves crashing against the reefs reverberated in my ears.

I looked straight at the person in front of me. Although his eyes were smiling, it also looked serious.

My heart softened suddenly, and after a brief silence, I answered inadvertently and saw the box that Lucien had been carrying.

MC: ...Speaking of which, you seem to have forgotten something?

I chin up in the direction of the box.

MC: What about the gift you said you were going to give me when we’re at the beach?

Lucien glanced in the direction I indicated, and then raised the corner of his mouth.

Lucien: Close your eyes first.

His doting tone was irresistible, I closed my eyes, and in the darkness, I heard a rustling sound.

After a while, I felt Lucien walk in front of me, his breath brushed across my cheeks, and the next moment, my head suddenly gained weight.

Lucien: All right.

I opened my eyes, and from Lucien's smiling eyes, I saw the source of that weight.

MC: It's a veil...!

The snow-white veil fluttered lightly in the wind, holy and beautiful. The light gold embroidery glowed warmly in the sun, attracting all my attention.

Lucien: This is the pattern of snowflakes.

Lucien held the veil and looked at me with a little light and shadow flowing in his eyes.

Lucien: Since the event started, I have been thinking about what gift to bring you.

Lucien: Later, I passed a bridal shop and I picked it at a glance.

He smiled lightly, and there seemed to be warmth in his voice.

Lucien: This small island has summer all year round and no winter. So when I saw the pattern on this veil, I thought it was very interesting.

Lucien: Just like the snow in the eternal summer, there will always be some unexpected things that happen beyond people's knowledge.

Lucien: I think it's very similar to love.

He stretched out his hand to wrap my wind-ruffled hair behind my ear, and a stern look flashed across his eyes.

Lucien: Although I said just now, it is a happy thing to be witnessed by others.

Lucien: But now the scenery in front of me, I just want to collect it by myself.

He stared at me fixedly, and when I saw Lucien's sloppy and somewhat childish side, I couldn't help laughing, and the smile on Lucien's lips was even deeper.

The clouds in the sky can't stop the warm light pouring down, and the soft golden light casts a layer of light on everything around it.

After the veil was taken out, the little box was filled with gifts we had received from others: old newspapers, bouquets, and the bottle of wine.

The slightest warmth penetrated into my heart, filling my chest to the fullest, I squatted down and looked at the contents of the box.

MC: We have not only been witnessed today, but also received many blessings from others.

Lucien also crouched down beside me and looked at it with me.

For a while, all I could hear was the sound of wind and waves.

After a long time, Lucien took a light breath and seemed to want to say something, but in the next instant, a huge wave suddenly hit us.

Before I could react, I was hugged tightly.

The breath of grass after the rain, mixed with a bit of humid temperature, completely wrapped me in this small space,

My hand clings to Lucien's chest. In the darkness, only the sound of the waves mixed with his heartbeat is very clear.

Until the noise dissipated, I raised my head again and met a pair of bright eyes.

Lucien's eyelashes were dripping with water droplets, and the seawater-soaked shirt pressed against his skin, outlining a slender and clear outline.

Lucien & MC: You...

We spoke in unison, and his expression froze when he saw my slightly messy hair.

Then the next second, we looked at each other with a slightly embarrassed look and laughed in unison.

[WHAT A BEAUTIFUL BGM!!!]

MC: It seems that holding a wedding by the beach is not necessarily as romantic as imagined.

MC: There will also be a risk like a " drenched chicken"!

I laughed and teased, and involuntarily nesting into his arms again, while Lucien smiled and combed my hair with his fingers.

Lucien: I don't think it's a bad thing to be drenched together like a "drenched chicken".

He seemed to remember the words that had been interrupted just now, and lowered his head slightly.

Lucien: MC, I now think that being witnessed by many people is more than just sharing feelings of joy and happiness.

Lucien: The so-called "witness" is also a constraint.

The distance between the breaths, I stared at Lucien in a daze, the corner of his lips lifted slightly, and his hand stroked my veil that was fluttering in the wind.

Lucien: For example, when I come to this island again, if I meet the girl who sells flowers on the street, or the car owner——

Lucien: Or anyone we've met before.

Lucien: If they still remember me, they will definitely ask if the beautiful girl who was by my side before, is still with me this time?

Lucien: Are we happy?

His eyes fell gently on my face, and the hand holding the veil was raised to the side, as if this would allow me to look more closely.

Lucien and I looked at each other for a moment, and our eyes couldn't help but look behind him: the vast sea, the turbulent wind and waves, and the lighthouse standing not far away like a wise old man.

Everything in time and space is witnessing us, and all the scenery is so vivid.

Like my heart beating in my chest.

MC: Professor Lucien seems to have forgotten.

MC: We have already "published a statement" just now! So, people on the whole island will "remember"~

Hearing my playful words, Lucien chuckled and lowered his head, rubbing the tip of his nose with me like a nostalgia.

Lucien: Mm, that is indeed true.

In the presence of everyone, we received the greatest blessings

At the same time, it also tells everyone that we are willing to have constraints.

Lucien: However, I'd love to be bound by you.

The heartstrings could not stop being stirred like electric shocks, I suddenly thought of something and held up his face.

MC: Lucien, I remembered a line from a movie.

I looked at the open box on the beach, smiled and looked at him again.

MC: "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the next one will taste like."

MC: But with you by my side, I think there must be good things ahead.

As I said it seriously, Lucien didn't chuckle as usual, but looked at me deeply.

Neither of us spoke, as if we had the whole world in our eyes to each other. Gold stretches the shoreline longer, and the sun softens the heart.

Lucien suddenly leaned down and kissed my lips.

The surging waves kept washing the reef, and in an instant, all the noise seemed to be hidden, only the warm touch on the lips and the heartbeat in the chest were particularly clear.

After an unknown amount of time, Lucien raised his hand and gently pinched the corner of the veil with his fingertips.

Lucien: Maybe there's not only happy things.

His eyes drooped, slightly curved, dyed with a light.

Lucien: Just like the four seasons, there are both lush midsummer and deep winter snow.

Lucien: But I'm sure it's you who will open the next box with me.

---END---

Lucien: Good Night.

Lucien: I was wondering when you'll pick up.

Lucien: You look very warm over there too. Have you eaten the New Year's dish that you have been thinking about?

Lucien: Me?

Lucien: Well, I just had dinner with everyone in the institute, and I'll go home later when the data statistics are over.

Lucien: That's right, I can say these things when I go home...

Lucien: But I still want to seize the time now and say "Happy New Year" to you as soon as possible.

Lucien: Obviously I can't come back to you for the time being, but I want to monopolize the first blessing to you. Do you think I'm a little cunning?

Lucien: ... Hmm, It's hard to do.

Lucien: So if I bring you some small gifts back home, can I make up for it?

Lucien: Why don't you just take advantage of the fact that today is the first day of the new year and take this as privilege to make you forgive me?

Lucien: Even having shared a lot of these "firsts" with you, I would still want to make sure that I have every privilege associated with you.

Lucien: Finally, the data statistics are finished. Yes, there seems to be no problem.

Lucien: I'll pack up the lab and go home as soon as possible.

Lucien: The first late-night snack of the new year...I think about it, just eat dumplings.

Lucien: I hope that every day that follows will be the same as the first day of the year, everything will go well, and we will stay together for a long time.

Lucien: Happy New Year, see you later.

Chapter 1

In the hall, all the ministers stood. I sat on the throne and watched the man walk to the center of the hall step by step, followed by the envoy in different clothes.

The man bowed down humbly, dressed in white so neatly.

??: Lucien of the Qing Kingdom, to meet the princess of the West Kingdom.

He stood up straight, raised a bag wrapped in yellow silk with both hands, and his eyes with a smile fell on me.

I didn't say anything, but when the waiter saw this, he immediately bowed down and walked down the steps, respectfully took the burden from the man's hand, returned to me, and carefully opened it—

A seal lay in there quietly.

Uncle Huang: Haha, good! I heard that a prince of Qing Kingdom has a dignified an talented. When I saw it today, it was really extraordinary.

It's absurd.

Facing the heroic laughter of the uncle, I couldn't help sneering in my heart.

However, he was the "proton*" sent by the Qing Kingdom to be in harmony with him, and it was worthy of such boasting.

T/N: zhìzǐ (proton), a prince sent to be held as a hostage in a neighbouring state in ancient China

The border between the two kingdoms has been in constant disputes for many years, and the battle of Tiansha Pass four years ago caused heavy casualties on both sides. Finally, a marriage agreement was made two years ago.

As the promoter of this matter, I was ready to marry into the Qing Kingdom.

But it never occurred to me that the Qing Kingdom took the initiative to bring Lucien, the former eldest prince of another country, into the West Kingdom as a token of sincerity.

I cast my eyes on Lucien with cold eyes, and I couldn't help but feel a subtle feeling in my heart.

In view of Qing Kingdom's bizarre initiative, I once sent undercover agents to investigate this former eldest prince.

When he was young, he had both political integrity and talent. He joined the army before he was a weak champion. He made good use of the art of war. He served as an adjutant in the battle of Tiansha Pass and made the West Army suffer a lot.

However, such a person suffered from a serious illness three years ago and has never stepped out of the mansion since.

Two years later, the second prince inherited the throne, but the eldest prince, who was once shocked as a god, was reduced to a proton sent to the West Kingdom.

I stared silently at the man standing by His Highness, and I vaguely felt that something was wrong.

He fits the rumored image very well, gentle and courteous, and handsome.

However, would the young man who commanded the Qing army almost won the battle of Tiansha Pass back then would really fall into silence?

The uncle didn't seem to care, he just raised his hand enthusiastically, and wrote the final touch for this delicate meeting amid the congratulations of the ministers.

Uncle Huang: You've worked hard all the way.

Uncle Huang: As we planned, we will hold a ceremony of reconciliation after seven days.

MC: Uncle Huang, don't you think the seventh day is a bit fast?

Uncle Huang: A group of envoys from the Qing Kingdom behind him even handed over the seal, so what else could go wrong.

Uncle Huang: You, just like your father, are too cautious.

Outside the side hall, facing my hesitation, Uncle Huang waved his hand nonchalantly.

Uncle Huang: Since your father passed away four years ago, for the sake of the stability of the West, I have temporarily assisted you in running the government, but I am also getting old.

Uncle Huang turned around and looked at me kindly.

Uncle Huang: I know that there is a gap between you and me. You have been in trouble many times before but you have never found the person behind the scenes. It is natural for you to doubt me.

MC: Uncle Huang, I....

Uncle Huang: It doesn't matter, the marriage ceremony is also the new emperor's enthronement. At that time, you are the official Her Majesty of the West Kingdom, and I can finally relieve this burden.

Uncle Huang: So, don't blame your uncle for being impatient.

The uncle's face seemed a little dark in the shadows, and it was fixed in my eyes together with Lucien's smiling eyes in the hall.

Obviously everything just like was I wanted it to, but where did this inexplicable anxiety and subtlety feeling come from?

In the middle of the night, I tossed and turned, and finally sat up. After thinking for a while, I decided to listen to my intuition and meet the eldest prince Lucien in private.

Avoiding the guards on patrol, I turned to the top of the temple, and I touched the small pavilion where Lucien was resting.

There were only a few stars left in the quiet night. I fell off the roof and was about to knock on the door, but there were faint voices in the pavilion.

??: You're not dead?

I was stunned for a moment. It seemed that it was Lucien's voice. Is there anyone else looking for him this late?

??: The underworld is boring, so I came back.

The person he was talking to didn't seem nervous, and even had a bit of a smile on his face.

??: However, I gave you a month, and you just walked to the imperial city.

??: If you want me to start until the marriage ceremony is over, it'll be too gentle.

There was a bit of coldness in the soft laughter, which made me shiver hard.

Behind this marriage, something wasn’t as simple as I thought.

"Lucien": I have already handed in the seal, and if you kill me now, West Kingdom will never get rid of it.

"Lucien": You don't want to be the eternal sinner who caused the war, right?

That layer of warm skin seems to have been peeled off, leaving only the smug and complacent. My heart was silently filled with sadness, and I really felt the undertones of the person who might be marrying me.

"Lucien": Guards! There are assassins!!

Lucien didn't seem to want to chat with that person any longer, and suddenly shouted.

I was startled, this night trespasser seems to know a lot of inside information, maybe I can get in touch with him,

Thinking of this, I was about to break into the house when a man dressed in black came out of the window.

Most of his face was covered under a black cloth, only revealing a pair of cold eyes, as if all the moonlight was caught in it.

I was stunned by those eyes, and when I saw it slowly narrowed, it was a little surprised.

??: How does the princess feel about the moonlight tonight?

At the moment when I was stunned, a warm breath covered my back. A sword moved slightly, and then it was placed on my neck.

The guards came around, and the bright candles were folded in my eyes.

??: Are you interested in admiring the moonlight of the west city with me?

This may be an opportunity to get in touch with him, and the accompanying shadow guard can also ensure my safety in the dark.

Even if there is something wrong with this person, I'll deal with it later

Thinking of this, I slightly raised my fingertips, indicating that the shadow guard in the shadows would not take action for the time being.

MC: It depends on whether you have the qualifications.

Hearing this, the man in black laughed lowly, as if he had heard an interesting chat.

He put his hand on my waist and gently lifted it, like a falling leaf, and the two of us reached the eaves and dug out of the palace in the rush of the guards.

I didn't say much along the way, the man seemed to be very familiar with West City, and he used the night as a cover, like a floating cloud in the sky.

??: The princess didn't seem to panic.

MC: If you just admire the moonlight, why panic?

I tried to remain calm on the surface, trying to ignore the pounding heartbeat and cold fingertips on my chest.

MC: And I'm intrigued by what you just said.

The man's ink-like eyes curved up, like the silent moonlight, shining silently.

??: You are better than I thought.

After saying that, he hugged me and landed on the high eaves of the restaurant, pulling down the mask covering his face.

??: Hello, my future wife, I am Lucien.

??: So am I qualified to admire the moon with you? 

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Exclusive Radio

Lucien: Lucien sees the emperor.

Emperor: Big brother, don't be too polite... I came to you this time because I have something to discuss with you.

Emperor: The West Kingdom sent an envoy saying that the princess intends to marry the Qing Kingdom.

Lucien: .... hm?

Lucien: It was a bold decision.

Emperor: Our Qing Kingdom is a great country, how could that wild princess be able to climb up if she wants to be relatives!

Lucien: That's right, with such a great country, the West Regions were still unable to be conquered for a long time after eight years of campaigning, and even nearly collapsed at the Tiansan Pass.

Emperor: ...

Emperor: Big brother, shall we accept it?

Lucien: We have no reason to refuse.

Lucien: If I were the princess of the West Kingdom, I would definitely spread the news even if I offered to take the initiative to this marriage.

Lucien: If my guess is correct, now both the people of the West Kingdom and the Qing Kingdom should already know about the princess' decision.

Emperor: ...that's true.

Lucien: This is a clear move.

Lucien: Both armies suffered heavy casualties in the Battle of Tiansan Pass, and the people on the frontier suffered unspeakably.

Lucien: At this time, if the Qing Kingdom rejected the princess's intention to be in harmony, it would be an enemy of the hope of peace in the world.

Emperor: But if you accept the marriage, then there is no reason to send troops in the West Regions?

Lucien: If you want to own the world, it is not the only way to suppress it.

Emperor: ....

Emperor: Well, then I will listen to the elder brother and marry the wild princess.

Lucien: You?

Lucien: .... No.

Lucien: I will go.

Emperor: Big brother, what do you mean?

Lucien: Tell the envoys of the West Kingdom that the Qing Kingdom is willing to accept the princess' proposal and will send the prince to the West Kingdom.

Lucien: It should be, to show the sincerity of the country.

-- 

Chapter 2

MC: ....

MC: Cheeky.

In the rustling night wind, the candle flames hurriedly passed on the street, leaped into the man's eyes, and folded into fine and quiet sparks.

He looks like he is too young and looks very handsome. He is as rough as a West people who has been honed by the wind and sand, with a gentle and elegant demeanor.

But those eyes, which were encased in the moonlit night and the flames, were as deep as the desert under the moon in the distance behind the desert soil.

"Lucien" in the palace took out the seal of harmony between the two countries, and now this man says he is Lucien?

My brain was a little confused, and the marriage seemed far more complicated than I imagined.

MC: You say you are Lucien, what evidence do you have?

Lucien: I was attacked on the way, all the envoys were killed, and the seal was also robbed at the same time.

He shrugged, and the scene that sounded very thrilling fell into his mouth, as easy as the plot in the book.

Lucien: But I can prove that the person the princess saw during the day was not "Lucien".

Lucien: This point, the princess can send her subordinates to confirm.

He turned around and took out a customs clearance document from his chest and handed it over, his eyes fell on the shadow under the moon.

I was shocked, did he know from the beginning that my shadow guard was always behind me?

I cautiously glanced at the customs clearance letter in front of me and raised my hand slightly.

MC: Go check it out.

In an instant, a shadow fell between the two of us. After taking the letter from Lucien's hand, it disappeared into the darkness.

The air fell into silence again, and the guards who were searching seemed to have found our trail, and the gathered candles rushed towards us.

But the man didn't panic, he hugged me and pointed his toes, riding the night wind, passing by the tile eaves lightly.

The full moon had never been so close, the cold wind swept past my ears, my eyes lifted from down to his face, and the body under my fingertips was strong.

The vague shadow in the rumor slowly faded away, and I don't know why, but I felt that "Lucien" really should have been like this.

MC: Three years ago, he suffered from a serious illness.

Since then, he has suffered from all kinds of diseases. He has never stepped out of the mansion again, and he has become a member of the public regardless of the government.

MC: If you are really Lucien, don't you think you are too far from the rumors?

Lucien: Since I want to get married, I am naturally happy to be frank with the princess

Although he said this, there was no emotion in his eyes.

It seemed that he was tired of covering up, and exposed the alienation and coldness beneath the warmth.

Seeing him like this, I don't want to be in vain with him anymore.

MC: You said you gave them a month to show that you came prepared for this assassination, so why let it go?

MC: Do you know who is behind the scenes? What is their purpose?

MC: And what is your purpose?

As I asked calmly, Lucien's eyes became more and more curved, and the corners of his mouth raised meaningfully.

Lucien: I heard that the princess of West Kingdom is very smart, and after the death of the first emperor, the selection of virtuous people can be used to maintain the stability of this kingdom...

Lucien: It's even more amazing to see it with my own eyes.

MC: I didn't come to hear your toasts.

I looked straight at him and saw Lucien casually land on the eaves again, looking coldly at the imperial city standing in the distance

Lucien: The mastermind behind the scenes is the current Qing Emperor, and your uncle should also be involved.

My heart sank, and my whole body seemed to be immersed in cold water.

MC: Nonsense.

Lucien: It should be said that what I have in my hand is not enough to be evidence.

Lucien: The significance of the relationship between West Kingdom and Qing Kingdom is very important. After the ceremony, you will become the official Queen of the West Kingdom.

Lucien: An easy-to-manipulate puppet that stays by your side day and night will always attack you better than your uncle.

A faint smile permeated the air, Lucien leaned over to my ear, and the warm and ambiguous breath came over, but it was tinged with chills.

Lucien: Even if you can't make a move, being the person next to you will have a better chance to influence you and control you.

Lucien: Whether it is for your uncle or the Qing Kingdom, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages, and they are justified.

I stood still, just turned my head slightly, and the breaths that were close together were intertwined, as if I could touch the fascinating moonlight if I got closer to half an inch.

MC: I have no reason to believe you. After all, your appearance is too coincidental, as if you deliberately pushed all this to the front...

My words stopped suddenly.

All the darkness of the night was hidden behind him, and in those eyes that became more and more ambitious, I couldn't help but subconsciously want to take a step back.

However, an arm was wrapped around my waist, tightly clasped around it, making the vague breathing a little tighter.

Lucien: The princess asked four questions, which I have not yet answered.

Unlike the cold face, the scorching body temperature was pressed against my palm, and the extremely close breath made me a little nervous.

Lucien: This was really supposed to be an ordinary marriage, but the birds were trapped in the car, so I just took advantage and made the fire more vigorous.

Lucien: If I stand up to West Kingdom, some things will be covered up for the rest of my life, and I will continue to live in fear.

Lucien: So it's better to give them a chance.

Lucien: After all, some silt and carrion had to be flushed out before it could be plucked out.

He raised his hand gently, and his icy fingertips pulled a few strands of my hair behind my ears, and brushed the tips of my hot ears deliberately.

Lucien: "Eldest Prince Lucien" is just a symbol for the princess, he can be anyone.

Lucien: I wonder if the princess thinks that the moonlight tonight is a good reward?

--

The next day, news of the princess being held hostage spread throughout the city. The Prince Regent ordered the entire West City to be sealed off and tried his best to arrest the thief and rescue the princess.

Lucien: The princess was kidnapped last night, and if he really didn't want the princess to go anywhere, the city should have been sealed off since last night…

Lucien sat at the tea table, resting his chin with one hand.

Lucien: It seems that your uncle doesn't really want to save you.

MC: Just because I'm staying here doesn't mean I believe you, just think this as an opportunity.

MC: And you can talk without going around like that. He wished I was killed on the spot.

Looking at the sheepskin map in my hand, I didn't take Lucien's ridicule to heart.

MC: It will take at least a month to return to Qing Kingdom.... I will also investigate the uncle and send off the relatives...

MC: Reconciliation ceremony postponed for seven days. But the people must not be fooled into thinking that someone is trying to obstruct this symbol of peace.

A bit of low laughter slipped into my murmurings and I pouted and raised my head.

MC: If things develop to the point where neither you nor I can control, I will go back.

Lucien: Even marrying a scheming puppet?

MC: This is my mission as a princess.

MC: I was born into the royal family and decided what I had to do and what I couldn't do.

I turned to Lucien firmly without any hesitation.

Lucien just watched silently, before standing up after a long time.

Lucien: Princess, how does it feel to always work hard alone?

I was stunned, I don't know why he dropped this question at this time, but when I hesitated, he jumped out of the window

Maybe it was just his unintentional remarks, but it made my heart ripple.

From the time I became a princess I knew what my identity meant. Since my father left, I've been walking on thin ice.

In the silent night of swallowing, no one will forgive those tears so I have to accept it all and struggle to see.

There were shrill footsteps outside the door, and I came to my senses and cautiously hid in the shadows.

At this moment, Lucien jumped in from the window and put on his previous night clothes to cover his face.

MC: You....?

In an instant, a violent impact slammed open the door, and the stern elite soldiers broke in, the long spear glowing with cold light.

But Lucien quickly leaned over and embraced me, and flew out of the inn with a tap of his toes.

I don't know what he's going to do. But maybe it's time to play this kidnapped scene.

MC: Kidnapper! Let go of me!!

Light laughter fell in our ears, and behind us, officers, soldiers and the people of West City who joined in the fun gathered one after another.

He seemed to be "running away", but the entire route was extraordinarily careful. Knowing that the guards were afraid of hurting me and dare not shoot at him, it became more frantic.

In the end, he took me "as a last resort" and landed on the city gate.

General: You! Your death is imminent, let go of the princess right now!

Lucien: However, I don't want to let go.

General: Could it be that the thieves of the Qing Kingdom want to destroy this marriage!

Lucien smiled, a seat in black clothes was dazzling and eye-catching in the sun.

Lucien: This statement is wrong.

In front of everyone's eyes, he leaned down slightly, lifted my finger, and put it to his lips vaguely.

The temperature diffused through the fabric, and like a heat flow, it instantly rushed to every corner of the body along the fingertips.

MC: What are you....

Lucien: I'm just an ordinary person who has admired the princess for many years.

He turned his head to the side, his voice wrapped in a smile firmly in the ears of everyone present.

Lucien: After learning that the princess was about to get married, it was really hard to control my feelings, so I made this decision.

Between heaven and earth, above the city gate, the cold wind and yellow sand whistling all year round, but he was the most striking strange color that broke into it.

Lucien: MC, I like you.

Lucien: Can you choose me to be your husband?

-- 

Chapter 2 - Memory Silhouette

Four years ago.

The thick black cloud oppresses the silent yellow sand, and the sight is desolate.

The black-pressed cold iron was full of killing aura, the warhorse standing at the front neighed, and the restless iron hooves paced in place, only waiting for an order.

Lucien was wearing a suit of armor, standing on the hillside, overlooking the earth indifferently.

??: Your Highness the First Prince, even if you are investigating, you are too close.

??: Aren't you afraid of dying?

The voice broke into the wind unceremoniously, the man sat on the horse and stopped beside Lucien.

Lucien: General Lu.

Lucien nodded slightly to the man, and cast his eyes down again.

General Lu: I don't know if I should say that you are lucky or unlucky, but when you arrived at the border, you caught up with this battle.

Lucien: Tiansha Pass is the most important pass in the West Kingdom. If it can be captured, it will be a matter of time before the West Kingdom is captured.

Lucien: Hearing that the monarch of the West Kingdom had just passed away three months ago, even the valiant and skilled iron cavalry army must have been a blow to the morale of the army.

Lucien unfolded the scroll map in his hand, seemingly careless, but there was a hint of arrogance in his words.

The man laughed and even had a bit of sarcasm on the side.

General Lu: First Prince, listen to my advice, don't underestimate West Kingdom.

General Lu: Do you think our group just likes Great Wall, a place where birds don't throw the dump, and have only stayed here for so many years?

Lucien's calm gaze fell on the man, and the wind lifted the dusty cloak behind him.

General Lu: Now that you have chosen to come here, let's see some scenery that you can't see in the imperial city.

General Lu: Be careful though.....

General Lu: The wind in the Great Wall can eat people.

"BOOM!"

As soon as the man's voice fell, a thunderous drum sound suddenly sounded.

The yellow sand gradually rose, and the biting wind passed over Lucien's face. He squinted slightly and looked at the source of the sound.

A scorching red flashed in his eyes.

In the distant line of sight, there seems to be a girl wearing a red dress, standing in front of a high war drum.

The fierce wind lifted her red gauze, like the only rouge color on the desert, beautiful and decisive

Lucien: That....

General Lu: That is the little princess of the West Kingdom.

Lucien: Why is the little princess of the West Kingdom here?

Lucien's tone couldn't hide his unbelievable surprise, he opened his eyes slightly, trying to see the girl more clearly.

But the wind and sand were too large, blocking most of the sight.

General Lu: I heard that after the Emperor of the West Kingdom died, the little princess did not keep a few days of filial piety, and went straight to the border.

"Boom! Boom!"

The thunderous sound of the war drums filled the desert soil full of chilling air under the waving of the little figure.

The black iron cavalry was like a huge blade, swooping silently from the other side of the horizon.

The sound of the drums changed its rhythm, and the neat iron cavalry spread out immediately and pressed down neatly.

General Lu: First Prince, don't blink your eyes.

General Lu: She will be your biggest opponent on this border trip.

The whistling and the roaring iron hoofs collided together, but the thunderous drum sound was clearer and clearer, as if it could penetrate the dense cloud of sorrow.

Lucien narrowed his eyes, and finally raised a smile.

Lucien: Perhaps, she is the best opponent.

 --

Chapter 3

Storyteller: Said that the man in black expressed his love to the princess in first sight.

Storyteller: Some people say that he is the eldest disciple of the eccentric Butterfly Valley Master, and some people say that he is an orphan from the previous dynasty, with superb martial arts and looks like Pan An.

Storyteller: Four years ago, during the Battle of Tiansha Pass, he happened to pass by, fell in love with the princess in red, and found the West Kingdom all the way.

Storyteller: And the princess naturally swears to resist and refuses to obey, and even almost falls off the city gate!

Storyteller: In broad daylight, the man in black kidnapped the princess and escaped the pursuit of elite soldiers, hiding in this west city where his whereabouts are unknown.

A series of low-pitched whistles sounded from the teahouse, and I covered my veil and twitched the corners of my stiff mouth as I listened to the storyteller bluntly describing the scene ten days ago.

There have been various versions of "Princess Captive" in different populations, but fortunately they have nothing to do with politics.

Lucien: You look a little stiff.

Lucien, who was beside me, leaned into my ear, with a smile in his words, which made me stare at him angrily.

He was dressed as a scholar in white, holding a fan, raising his hands and throwing his hands full of a gentle and unrestrained temperament.

MC: ....You don't talk to me.

Although it is common for women in this city to wear veils, I am still very apprehensive.

I thought that Lucien would continue to hide with me after the "announcement" was over until all the investigation came to light.

Unexpectedly, he put an opaque veil directly on my face the next day.

Lucien: While I'd love to wait with the princess until the results to prove it all, we seem to have a lot of time left.

Lucien: Why don't you just take it as a pastime and take it as a familiarity before we get married?

The search for West City continued, but he still asked me to take him to visit the city.

The best steamed buns in the city, the most sour sea buckthorn fruit, the hottest horse farm, the most lively streets and alleys

This unplanned "marriage escape" seems to be more ... than I imagined.

Lucien: In front of you is the eldest disciple of the eccentric Butterfly Valley owner, the former orphan with superb martial arts skills.

Lucien: Are you sure you don't want to talk to me?

MC: .... The day before yesterday, you were still a fox fairy who came down from the Tiansha Mountains.

Lucien: Do you prefer fox fairy?

MC: Don't be silly with me.

I pretended to be indifferent, looked around vigilantly, and found that everyone was still paying attention to the eloquent storyteller.

Lucien: MC doesn't seem to like listening to the story.

MC: How do you like it?

His eyes blinked slowly, as if thinking of something, he was silent for a while before opening his mouth softly

Lucien: The last time I listened to the story was five years ago, and the old general took me there before going to the border.

Lucien: Returning from the border, in order to maintain the legendary image of "Lucien", you can't just go out and listen to it.

I was stunned for a moment, he said it lightly, but it sounded too much to mean.

MC: How do you usually maintain your image?

The storyteller has started the next story, and we hide in the crowd, biting our ears.

Lucien: I cough five hundred times a day, walk ten miles to catch my breath, the sun rises and the moon rises again

MC: You've been like this for three years?

I was really curious, so I smiled and asked him to see the soft light outside the window folded in and fell into his eyes.

MC: Then, you have been pretending like this for three years, and now you showed up in front of me, is it appropriate?

Lucien: It doesn't matter what the path is, as long as the final goal is reached.

Lucien: My attack can cut open the carrion, bring more favorable results, and let the princess see the pros and cons directly.

Lucien: So at the moment, nature is the most appropriate choice.

Lucien casually flicked the table top, raising a little bit of dust.

MC: You look up to me too much.

Lucien: It can only be said that it all started from Princess Night Detective.

His burning eyes came over, making me suddenly think of the moment when I first saw those eyes.

Lucien: My original intention was just to show my face and let them mess up.

Lucien: But when you were there, it all changed.

I don't know why his words made me suddenly feel a little hot.

I didn't know what to say, so I stiffly stepped back a little, but Lucien's smooth fingertips touched a corner of my veil.

As soon as I take another half step back, the veil will come off.

MC: What are you doing?

Lucien: Is MC scared?

Seeing him carelessly rubbing the veil, I leaned back stiffly again, trying to escape the scorching breath.

MC: What am I afraid of? It's just that you're too close. Does Qing people do not understand about gender boundaries?

He smiled lowly, his voice scorched by the tea and rustling from the crevice of my ear to the apex of my heart.

Lucien: If nothing happened, we should be married by now.

Lucien: And I should call you... my wife*.

*T/N: 娘子 (niángzǐ), /dialect/ form of address for one's wife

As he said that, he chuckled and let go of the fingertips holding the veil, and the warm fingertips landed on my lips through the thin veil.

The light temperature burned quietly, as if it was more intimate and bewitching than a kiss.

Lucien: Even qualified to drop a kiss here.

MC: You... You really reach for a yard after getting an inch.

In these days of getting along, Lucien's behavior is like a test, constantly exploring my bottom line, from hooking my fingertips to now breathing too arrogantly.

The man was full of bad habit, and he didn't seem to be trying to cover it up.

But he was always able to control the most delicate measure, and continued and secretly stepped forward again, invading my heart step by step.

Let it jump in a chaotic manner, and even his breathing becomes a little incoherent, and I just wants to run away.

MC: Time to go.

When we left the restaurant and turned into the alley, a sharp bow and crossbow attacked with murderous intent.

Lucien took me in his arms, and with a twist, he dodged nearly ten crossbows.

He raised his hand to catch it, picked up a few crossbow arrows and threw them in the direction of launch with precision and ferocity.

After a while, there was a muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Lucien: Go first.

He instructed in a low voice, took me and turned into a cross alley, hiding in the shadow of the corner.

The sound of rustling footsteps came over, as if they were looking for a trail.

MC: Can't you just deal with those people like you did yesterday?

Lucien: I'm tired.

This corner is a little narrow, I leaned my head in his arms, and the subtle atmosphere came over again, I gritted my teeth and looked at his outspoken appearance, for a while I didn't know how to refute him.

In the end, I was so angry that I had to laugh at him.

MC: This is already the eighth wave of people who have come to kill you, and you seem to be really hated.

Lucien: After all, such a thing as being able to marry the princess is too much to be ostentatious.

He lowered his head very deliberately, and pressed the tip of his nose against mine, as if he wanted me to remember the scene just now.

Lucien: Moreover, by constantly attacking me, wouldn't it be more proof that I am Lucien himself?

I knew he was right, but I still felt that this man was too blatant.

MC: We were chased by officers and soldiers in front of us, and we were chased by killers in the back. Are you still going to the streets with me like this?

Lucien: Why not, I don't think these are burdens.

Lucien: After all, I still need them to continue to provide me with opportunities to keep the princess familiar with me.

Lucien: See if I am qualified to stand by your side.

His arms around my waist tightened slightly, and the scorching heat scorched through the front of the clothes.

MC: Is this the kind of person you really are?

Lucien: It depends...who I meet.

--

Chapter 4

In the search of officers and soldiers and the attack of killers, Lucien and I hid in Tibet, but we still ran to different places every day without delay.

For some reason, West City, who was already familiar to me, has transformed into a completely different color by his side.

It snowed heavily that day, and snowflakes fluttered in the air, adding a bit of silence to the city.

Lucien: It turns out that it also snows in West City.

MC: You are not the only ones who will celebrate with snow.

Seeing Lucien's fresh face, I proudly raised my face to him, dragged him and ran to the west of the city.

Passing through a small plum forest, I came to a desert that was completely covered with snow.

The cold snow hides on the fine sand, the vastness between the sky and the earth melts into a snow-white color in the distant sky,

I dragged Lucien and walked along the edge of the desert, stepping on the fresh snow and making a creaking sound.

Lucien: How can there be Merlin in this West Kingdom?

MC: When my mother said she liked it back then, my father tried his best to plant it.

MC: There were more of them back then, but now they've dried up a lot.

I looked at the narrow Merlin and the long pavilion, as if I saw many distant pictures.

Lucien didn't say anything, just held my hand tightly. 

The snow fell on our bodies and on our heads, and long footprints followed us, silent and gentle.

Lucien: The desert can be so quiet.

MC: You are biased against deserts.

He stopped with a smile and turned to look at the boundless silence.

Lucien: When I was young, I went to the frontier, and the yellow sand filled the sky, and everywhere I saw was a vast and desolate barren grassland.

Lucien: The wind in the sky is full of temptation and killing intent, rotten flesh and bones are piled up everywhere, you can't even tell who he was and where he should go.

Lucien: It is not known whether he rests in his native land.

His words were indifferent, but it seemed that the distant killing and the cold hitting sound of the weapon were pulled into this silence.

The world is ups and downs, the mountains and rivers are undecided, and the weight hanging between the two countries is still precarious.

But maybe, it's my heart that's always wavering.

Lucien: But I have seen red in the dust with my own eyes.

Lucien suddenly changed the conversation and I raised my head to see that he picked up a plum blossom petal from the top of my head.

Lucien: She was still a young girl who had not yet reached the age of marriage. She was dressed in red, like a blazing wildfire, standing in front of the war drum behind the West Army.

Lucien: The drum was twice as tall as her, and the sticks were thicker than her arms.

Lucien: But she slammed it down with such force, shocking like a thousand troops.

His eyes moved from the young girl wearing red gauze to my face.

Lucien: I heard that after the Battle of Tiansha Pass, the girl never wore the red gauze again.

MC: Because that is the blood of our soldiers who died on the battlefield.

My emotions were intense, and my whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

MC: I ordered them to die, and watched them go to death for the sake of the prosperity of the country and the cleanliness of Haiyan River.

MC: Great ambition only leads to disputes, and it only needs a tiny flame to start a prairie fire.

Everyone sang "I would like to establish my heart for the heaven and the earth, establish a destiny for the life and the people, continue the unique learning for the sages of the past, and open peace for all the worlds", and their blood is willing to sprinkle on the mountains and rivers.

It burns in the eyes of people, making people forget where it started, and only the complete disappearance of one side is enough to quell the fire.

MC: Everyone thinks they're doing the right thing, but all choices lead to killing.

MC: But what is heaven and earth and what is eternity.

I can't understand this righteousness, I just hope that there will be less tragic red on the homeland of the West Kingdom

MC: I know that the Qing Kingdom has always been eyeing the West Kingdom.

MC: The initiative to send protons and pros is also to usurp the throne in secret for annexation.

I looked straight at Lucien, no longer hiding anything.

MC: You dormant for three years, disguised as another, and even gave up the throne.

MC: In the past three years, have you never doubted yourself or worried that it is not worth it?

Lucien smiled, the sharp edge fell in his eyes, decisive and firm.

I don't know why, I suddenly seemed to see the eyes of the one who was looking into the bronze mirror that night when I decided to married.

He raised his hand lightly, and a hidden weapon was shot out with a strong wind and shot behind me—

With a muffled sound, a masked man in black fell into the snow.

Sometime in the snow-falling plum forest, several men in black flashed out. They hung their blades and rushed towards us.

A sword slowly being pulled out of the scabbard, Lucien casually pulled a flower, and the cold light folded into my eyes.

Lucien: Of course I'm worried.

Before he could finish his words, Lucien broke into the people in black like a phantom.

The unparalleled thin blade silently swept across the neck of the man in black, his red eyes gushing red like a spring, but it didn't stain the sharp blade.

The cold light was fierce and slaughter, Lucien stood in the wind and frost of the falling snow, and the hem of his clothes was raised high.

The blossoming red plums hung in front of him, no different from the red blooming on the snow.

His eyes were cold, he raised the tip of the sword sharply, and with a slight swing he cut the fine snow and the flying flowers into an icy incision.

Lucien: Worried that the uncle on the princess's head is too powerful, worrying that a puppet emperor of the Qing Kingdom will do all kinds of stupid things.

Lucien: Worried... that the princess is also a fool.

Lucien straightened the sword, as if the light between the world and the earth was trapped on it.

His figure flashed out, and there was a dazzling bright red everywhere he went.

My heart can't stop running, but Lucien's words didn't stop.

Lucien: However, I just can't help but want to look forward to it.

Lucien: I wonder if the girl whom I regard as my opponent will also grow into a better being.

A large area of ​​black and red was dyed on the red plum snow, Lucien threw his sword and walked in front of me.

Lucien: So I sent myself in front of you, which is also a part of my selfishness.

Lucien: You're right, being born into a royal family decides what must be done and what must not be done.

Lucien: But I still want to do something for myself.

Lucien: And that's what I do for myself.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and the blood stains on the sword were dripping on the snow.

Lucien: It seems that your shadow guard is not necessary to play.

My heart sank, realizing that Lucien already knew that my shadow guard had returned from the Qing Kingdom investigation.

The sweaty horses of the West Country can travel thousands of miles every day. As early as half a month ago, the Shadow Guard had returned to the Qing Kingdom and reported everything to me.

Lucien is too dangerous, he can be ruthless to himself and make himself a chess piece on this chessboard.

Rather than continuing to test him, I was always hesitant to choose this man with hidden fangs.

Lucien is right, "eldest prince Lucien" is just a talisman, it doesn't matter who he is.

Perhaps, after I know the truth, that puppet that remains useless in the palace will be more suitable.

MC: What if I... live up to your expectations?

Lucien: That is just to continue my plan to annex the West Kingdom.

MC: Is this all your purpose?

Lucien: of course not.

He laughed arrogantly, and put his brimming ambitions naked in front of me.

Lucien: I want the world to be rich, and it will last forever.

My heart kept trembling, and the constant shouting in my ears and the sound of weapons clashing seemed to be slowly dying.

MC: What world?

He raised his palm, there was nothing in it, but it seemed that everything was there,

Lucien: It is not called West Kingdom, nor Qing Kingdom.

Lucien: It is more magnificent and vast than you can imagine, it covers all rivers, and it has only one unique name.

Lucien: This is the world.

Lucien: I'm here because I wanted to make it happen myself, but you're better and more fascinating than I ever imagined.

The raised palm was handed in front of me. I knew that Lucien had said everything, but he still stretched out his hand.

Lucien: Would you like to choose me and realize it with me?

MC: ....How can I trust a beast full of fangs?

Lucien: You can pull its tusks, or...

With his other hand, he took out a stack of letter paper from his chest and handed it over together.

Lucien: Tame him. Let him be your fang.

-- Chapter 4 - Memory Silhouette

MC: You really....!

With my tight breathing, I lay in Lucien's arms and stared angrily at him, but he obviously had no intention of reflecting.

Behind the teahouse, this man quietly began to move forward again, pulling my lower limit lower and lower.

MC: This is the fragrant house!

Lucien: It turns out that the best fragrant house in your west country is like this.

He raised his eyes slightly, looking at the hazy curtains and colorful screens, and the fragrance burner on the wooden table beside him gave off a sweet and dry smell.

Lucien: Although I do want to visit the Fragrant House here, today is supposed to be planned ahead of time.

Lucien: It's a surprise.

There was a faint sound of rushing footsteps on the outside of the high wall outside the screen window, and the armor made a cold sound as it moved.

MC: ....Do you still want to go to Fragrant House?!

Seeing Lucien say this, I subconsciously asked what was in my heart.

His eyes blinked extremely slowly, and the corners of his mouth climbed into an arc.

Lucien: Did my wife feel sour?

MC: Nonsense! Also, don't call me wife! You disrespectful Qing people!

I was clumsy for a while, so I had to blushed and stared at him fiercely.

MC: Alright, my future wife.

Lucien: Rather than being curious about the Fragrant House, it is better to say that I am curious about every corner of your life.

Lucien: Whether it is a racecourse, a wine shop, a school, or a fragrance house.

Lucien: I'm all curious.

He bowed his head, and the hands around my waist slowly tightened imperceptibly, forcing me to look up at him,

MC: You just clearly have many ways to escape the pursuit of elite soldiers.

Lucien: It is so.

He spoke candidly, his fingertips picked up the strands of hair I brushed on the bed, and turned carelessly.

Lucien: But I like this method the most.

MC: You....!

There are some noisy sounds outside the door and some indescribable sounds on the other side, always filling my ears.

On the soft bed curtains, Lucien leaned in, pushing the messy noises outside through his words.

Lucien: MC, don't just think about running away.

Lucien: The little princess in my impression is someone who will rise to the challenge.

A narrow smile flashed in his eyes, and I felt like a student being tested, while he happily waited for my reactions.

My palm rested on his chest, and the firm and powerful heartbeat under my fingers flowed through my fingertips, roaring in my brain like a rush of thousands of horses.

I took a deep breath, breathing so close that the scorching temperature was directly sucked into my lungs.

MC: Stop looking down on people!

I pushed him ferociously and pressed his body.

Lucien's eyes froze for a moment, and then slowly became brighter.

Lucien: Well, let's see, how far the princess has proved.

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Chapter 5

The news came from the palace that the princess had returned to the palace. After going through all kinds of hardships, the princess escaped from the thief by herself.

Uncle Huang: Thanks Goodness.

In the side hall, Uncle Huang walked towards me with a kind expression on his face.

Uncle Huang: You has suffered a lot for so long. If we caught the thief, he will be cut with a thousand cuts!

You have to rest for a few days, the news of your captivity has reached

Uncle Huang: In the Qing Kingdom, Emperor Qing was furious, thinking that we were resisting the marriage.

Uncle Huang: Therefore, the matter of marriage should be put back on the agenda as soon as possible.

I looked at the pretentious man in front of me, and just lowered my eyes quietly.

MC: It really should be on the agenda.

With the faint sound of footsteps, Lucien stepped over the threshold and walked in, standing beside me.

Uncle Huang froze in place for a while, his mouth slightly opened, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Lucien bowed humbly, and raised a bag wrapped in yellow silk with both hands, which was faintly stained with blood.

His fingertips slowly brushed away the yellow handkerchief, revealing a sign of harmony with some bloodstains.

Lucien: Hello Uncle Huang, I am Lucien.

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MC: A few days ago, Uncle Huang said that you really kind.

I heard the palace gate open, I knew it was Lucien.

I didn't look back, just calmly looked at the red wedding dress hanging in front of me and the embroidered mountains and rivers above.

Lucien: In terms of love and reason, I should be honored.

A chuckle fell on my ear, and his eyes fell on the red wedding dress.

Lucien: It seems that my wife is still sulking with me.

MC: We're not married yet, don't talk nonsense.

I stood up and saw that he had put on tomorrow's wedding dress, which seemed to fit perfectly for him. In the room, the golden phoenix soared, and the golden threads shone brightly.

Vaguely, I know why he is like this, but I still suppress my emotions.

MC: And according to the etiquette, the man should not see the woman.

Lucien: I was just worried that if my wife ran away again, I would be embarrassed.

MC: Then I suggest you shoot all the evidence directly in front of me next time.

Saying that what he has is not enough to become evidence. In fact, he has already knew the protons prepared by uncle and the correspondence records over the years.

MC: If you didn't give it to me in the first place, you were completely testing me.

Lucien: My wife was also testing me, so I made up.

Lucien took my hand and sat down with me on the soft slump with an aura that I couldn't escape.

He put one hand behind my waist and the other on my leg, wrapping me directly in his arms.

It's soft, yet very strong.

Lucien: So, what are your options?

MC: Let you deal with that puppet "Lucien", and then you will appear in front of the uncle.

MC: I have made it very clear.

Lucien: This is not enough.

Lucien's hands tightened slightly, his face was close at hand, his fiery breath fell on my face, and he was very righteous.

I raised my hand and stroked the crown on his head, the cold and heavy metal was worn on top of his head, like an oath

MC: I let you wear it, it's not enough?

Lucien: Not enough.

Lucien: Your heart doesn't give enough.

I stared at him motionless, finally defeated by the fiery gaze and breath.

MC: It depends on how much your heart gives me.

Lucien: This is troublesome.

He smiled lightly, and the corners of his raised lips came together and pressed against the beaded curtain on my face, and the suffocating breath poured into my heart in the entwined light and shadow.

Lucien: My heart is heavy, and the princess can't dislike it if she gets it.

MC: So if my last choice is not you, what will you do?

The fingers behind him stiffened for a moment, and his fingertips slowly brushed the veil, touching my bare waist.

The casual fingertips covered my skin, and the skirt on the lower side was also slightly lifted, constantly swiping upwards.

This made me grab his restless fingers subconsciously, and brush his thin lips with his downturned face through the beaded curtain.

The trembling bead curtain was contaminated with two parts of temperature and charming atmosphere at the same time.

MC: You....!

Lucien: I also thought about this way.

Lucien: After all, I still have a lot of opportunities in the days that I have been with you for more than a month.

MC: You are already very cunning.

Lucien: True, but I could have been more cunning.

Lucien's face suddenly leaned back at this time, and his hands were also released.

Lucien: MC, I am a very greedy person.

Lucien: If you give your heart, you will receive my heart.

Lucien: So, I hope that I can be generous enough to have the qualifications to marry you.

Lucien: Don't know if I have this qualification now?

There was a surging tide in his eyes, but he was restrained.

He knows everything, but he must dissect it so that I can truly admit that I am sinking into it.

I finally lost the battle, stood up and walked in front of the red wedding dress.

Under his naked gaze, I raised my hand, raised the wedding dress, draped it over my body, and turned to look at Lucien.

MC: You have this qualification.

MC: Lucien, I am willing to put on this wedding dress for you and marry you in advance as MC.

Lucien stepped over, and his soft fingertips stroked my cheek and slowly across my neck, and finally landed on my red wedding dress.

He caressed it gently, like another kiss carved into the bone marrow.

Lucien: Now that you marry me, you are not allowed to let go in this life.

Lucien: It's too late to think I'm greedy now.

The warm thin lips finally opened the bead curtain and landed on my lips.

All the kisses that were not reached before seemed to be the foreshadowing of this swirl, the excessive desire in the rolling between the lips and teeth.

From a gentle temptation eventually transformed into a menacing invasion that tolerates no resistance.

He coaxed me into his domain and tricked me to tame him.

When his fangs belonged to me, he also wanted me to belong to him.

In the silent hall, only the sound of lips and teeth remains.

I opened my eyes blindly, only those beautiful moonlight eyes were left in front of me.

Brilliant colors are dyed in it, like a fine net.

Lucien: MC, I will make all the red in this world related to joy.

Lucien: Are you done?

MC: Hmm~ I was just about to call you. I'll invite Professor Lucien to dinner tonight to celebrate.

Lucien: It seems that this work has received a good evaluation?

MC: Of course~ the highest score in the class!

MC: The teacher also said that from the atmosphere of my photos, she can feel the person I want to describe, and he must be a quiet, gentle and interesting person.

Lucien: I didn't know whether I should praise you or not, so as not to appear to be at ease, I accepted these praises.

MC: Of course, you have to accept it with peace of mind, in my eyes, you are such a person.

Lucien: Remember what I told you about... Rosenthal's "expectation effect".

Lucien: When you speak highly of a person, he tends to adjust himself in order to meet your expectations.

Lucien: And thus really become someone who matches the high evaluation.

Lucien: In our usual teaching, we will try our best to avoid giving negative evaluations to students, lest they lower their expectations of themselves and fall into a vicious circle.

MC: ....How come I don't understand what you mean?

Lucien: I mean, if I really became someone who could be described by these beautiful words today. Must be due to a long time ago..

Lucien: You firmly believe that I am such a person, so that I can follow your expectations and become what I am today.

Lucien: Let me invite you to the dessert after dinner, I should make something to give back this expectation.

A thin golden color appeared behind the dark cloud curtain, and it dyed the lower night clouds red, pushing them into the day.

I picked up the camera, put the viewfinder frame on the line where the light and dark meet in the middle of the clouds, and pressed the shutter. The time is exactly one quarter before sunrise, six forty.

A wind brushed the bangs on Lucien's forehead, he turned his head and smiled at me.

Lucien: Is this your impression of me?

I checked the photos I took - the night was still sinking in the lower layers, but the sky was full of broken stars, and in the quiet mid-air, day and night were changing.

MC: Well, sometimes you feel like this...The feeling before sunrise.

The reason for this is that two weeks ago, I signed up for a visual design class, and the teacher mentioned a tool called "mood board" in the class.

By continuously collecting various types of pictures and gathering them on the "mood board", we can convey our thoughts to the viewer in as much detail as possible.

--Break through the information limitation of language and express more elements, feelings and atmosphere.

The homework of the class is to describe a familiar person by taking pictures and collecting pictures. There is no standard answer to the homework, and it is all done by feeling.

I chose to describe Lucien without hesitation.

Out of curiosity about how I would complete this assignment, Lucien suggested to accompany me to take pictures.

I also thought that if I want to complete a high-quality homework, I really should be accompanied by the knowledgeable Professor Lucien, so I gladly agreed.

At this moment, Lucien and I are sitting on the bench on the rooftop, overlooking the center of the city.

Lucien: ... What does it feel like before sunrise?

Lucien quietly looked at the sunlight that was slowly rising from the horizon, allowing the brilliant colors to gild gold in his deep pupils.

I cast my eyes in the same direction as him, thinking about the answer.

MC: ...I can't tell you either, but whatever you feel at the moment is fine.

The vastness of light is surging upwards, they do not converge into a point or a line, they are huge and silent, slowly engulfing the night.

MC: In my eyes, this is a feeling that something is about to break through the darkness.

Lucien: ...

Lucien suddenly took my hand, he didn't speak, he didn't want to disturb the world's last-minute sleep.

Moments later, the sun showed the clouds.

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MC: How? Isn't it interesting?

After watching the sunrise, I took Lucien off the rooftop and walked into the bustling street.

Before going to the next stop, Lucien bought some steamed buns at the breakfast stall along the street. We sat on the bench, ate breakfast, and discussed the assignment.

Lucien: Many abstract and complex concepts are really difficult to convey clearly if only described in words.

Lucien: That's why we need so many art forms.

Lucien: Whether it is literature, painting, photography or sculpture, when it comes to conveying information, it has its particularity in form.

MC: Well, our teacher also said that many communication problems are often caused by lack of information.

MC: For example, the proposition "lively streets", I'm thinking of a scene of a large crowd walking aroundㅡ

MC: But your understanding of "lively" is an endless stream of vehicles.

MC: In this way, there was a misunderstanding between us in communication.

Lucien looked at the driveway in front of him, and laughed leisurely.

Lucien: Indeed, in my understanding, the scene before me is very "lively"

The road in front of us suddenly became crowded, and I followed the traffic flow and it seemed that there was no accident.

Lucien: There is a school further ahead from this intersection. Now is the time when parents come to take their children to school, so there will be more traffic.

Lucien: But don't worry, they won't be blocking the road here.

Lucien: There is a hospital nearby, if it occupies the driveway, the ambulance will not be able to pass smoothly when it arrives, the parents know this.

MC: It turned out to be so.

Then, he pointed to the mall on our right.

Lucien: The "lively" people are here.

I looked in the direction of his fingers, and a group of aunties in tai chi suits were forming a formation at the entrance of the mall.

They held soft swords, and once they stood still, they danced dazzling sword moves, which made people applaud.

Lucien: When the mall opened at 8:30, they would leave, carry their long swords, and drop by the next door to buy some ingredients.

I was biting a hot steamed bun, and I was greeted by people coming and going in front of me. Every street scene is captivating.

I bite the hot steamed buns, and was impressed by every scene of the street scene where people came and went.

MC: Hmm, it's really lively...

After thinking for a while, I turned to look at Lucien again,

The reason why he knows this is probably because he always works all night until this time.

And after stepping out of the laboratory, he will not just head back in the car, but walk slowly down the street, paying attention to every lively corner.

Hearing the noisy voices of the world, passing by all kinds of people - all these times, he remembered all these moments in his heart.

Thinking about it, I raised the steamed bun in my hand and took a picture of the crowd and vehicles while it was still hot.

Lucien's gaze, hesitantly, fell on the sesame bun in my hand.

Lucien: Is that what you want to put on your "mood board" too?

I nodded and continued to bite into the sweet buns, unaware of Lucien's slightly raised lip line.

Lucien: So specifically, I give you the impression... white on the outside and black on the inside?

MC: ....

I stunned.

MC: Hahahaha

I couldn't help but leaned towards him, touched his arm lightly, and gave him half of the sesame bun in my hand.

MC: Early morning city, people living in it and steaming buns...

MC: These things contain the feeling you give me.

MC: I can't quite tell what it is. You also know that "mood board" can only be understood, not spoken.

Lucien took a bite of the steamed bun, smiled and looked at the noisy street, the sesame filling stuck to the corner of his lips, he gently wiped it with the pulp of his finger, and smiled slightly.

Lucien: ...I can understand the feeling you said.

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Lucien seemed to know that my next stop was Loveland University, and he walked through the familiar streets without asking any questions.

The winter vacation has already come, and the school is so quiet that only a few fat little feral cats occasionally meowed twice.

I led Lucien to the reading room on the second floor of the library, crouched on the ground, and took out the camera.

Lucien: Are you shooting the corridors of the library?

MC: Hmm~ One time when you have nothing to do after the class, you just came here to sit for a while.

I adjusted the aperture and placed the entire corridor in the center of the frame.

MC: At that time, the sun was about to go down, and the ground was full of red clouds, I thought...

MC: If the sunset light is replaced by the clear morning light, it must also look good.

Lucien sat on the stairs a step away, holding his chin, watching the light pouring down from the window while waiting patiently for me to finish taking the photo.

The warm sun shines on Lucien's hair tips, neckline, and finger edges, drawing out delicate lines of his entire person's outline.

MC: Check it out.

I sat down next to Lucien and showed him the pictures I took.

MC: I think the library is also a place with a "Lucien" atmosphere, especially the corridors.

MC: Loud speaking is not allowed here, and it always gives a sense of silence under order.

MC: And the black marble floor, which is swept every day.

MC: The sound of stepping on it is also "tap", "tap", "tap", and it is very hard.

MC: There are countless documents, books, newspapers and magazines are collected behind the doors.

MC: As soon as you open the door, you will be greeted by the vast accumulation of human wisdom.

MC: To sum up, it is a very "quiet" feeling, but it is not only...  

Lucien stared at the photos I took, and seemed to feel the information conveyed by the details in the photos.

Lucien: It was lively just now, now it's quiet...

Lucien: The picture you used to describe "Lucien" seems to be irregular at first glance?

Lucien: I'm not sure what kind of person I am in your heart.

I pondered this question carefully, thinking about how to express my intention in words.

MC: In fact, I took more than these three pictures.

MC: When I just got this proposition last night, I was taking pictures all the way back.

So I went through the previous photos with him.

MC: This one, is the mailbox I accidentally saw when I was passing the street corner.

MC: Thought it was always here, just... we didn't noticed.

MC: Somehow, I thought you might understand how it feels.

MC: Then, passing by a retro grocery store.

MC: Outside the window, I saw the discs on the projector in the store, which happened to reflect the color of the sunset, so I took the pictures.

Lucien patiently listened to my description of each photo, and from time to time guessed how I felt when I took the photo.

Lucien: Is this a construction site?

MC: Yes, right across from our office, every day I get up from my seat, I can see the crane.

Lucien nodded and took the camera closer.

Lucien: No wonder the angle of this photo is looking down from the top. It seems that their construction progress should have progressed to more than half.

MC: I look at them every once in a while, and I see that the building has built up a few more floors, and every two days, a few more floors have been built.

MC: It's amazing...humans can build buildings as high as the sky on the ground...

MC: There is also heating, Internet, and all kinds of convenient facilities!

I sighed for no reason, and Lucien couldn't help but laugh.

Lucien: If such a project reminds you of me, it's highly rated.

He flipped to the last photo.

Lucien: You also photographed the bedroom rug?

Not let him to think I was just taking a random photo, I quickly pointed out the difference between this photo and reality,

MC: Not just an ordinary rug, I deliberately moved the floor lamp in front of it to let the light fall before taking pictures.

MC: Although there are no rules for taking the material, these pictures are all the feelings you gave me.

Lucien's eyes fell on my face leisurely, as if he liked my expression very much, liked me very much at the moment, and thought carefully about what to use to describe his mood.

Lucien: These photos are really good--

Lucien: When you take pictures, it is very late, so most of these pictures are cold-toned, but each picture has a warm light.

He lowered his eyes slightly, a warm smile on his lips.

Lucien: Did you know that people can't really know themselves.

Lucien: All our perceptions of ourselves come from the environment around us and from others.

Lucien: The environment shapes our perceptions, evaluations of all people and things in the world, and even we can only see ourselves through a mirror.

Lucien: The more we do, the more we want to know what we look like in the eyes of others, and I am no exception.

Seeing me staring at him intently, he suddenly reached out and touched my hair.

Lucien: In fact, I have always been curious, what do you think of me.

Lucien: Now, it seems that there is an answer,.

At this moment, a gust of wind rustled through the window, and a few petals blown in the wind flashed past.

A thought suddenly entered my mind, and I hurriedly pulled Lucien to look in the direction where the petals were blowing.

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The reading room in the deepest part of the corridor was quiet and empty. As soon as I opened the door, I saw the bright colors outside the window.

A touch of delicate color is dotted between the blue sky and white clouds. Under the shuttle patrol of the breeze, the peach blossoms on the branches are slowly blooming.

I picked up my camera and captured this scene.

MC: Okay, with this photo, the content of the "mood board" is enough!

Lucien stepped forward, put one hand on the windowsill and looked out.

Lucien: Peach blossoms?

I shook my head, pointed to the whole world outside.

MC: Not peach blossoms, but spring.

The nice fragrance of peach blossoms came in wisps, and across several teaching buildings, the lawn of the playground was already lush green.

MC: Spring has a feeling of blooming and reborn.

MC: Whatever is buried in the snow in winter will be covered with flowers and plants in spring.

As long as you stand in the spring sunshine, you can feel the freshness and splendor of it.

MC: I don't even know what to say... The word "spring" alone makes people feel very comfortable and warm.

MC: Whether it is quiet or lively, it is full of vitality and full of people yearning.

I opened my arms, trying to embrace the spring that lives in the sunshine.

MC: Do you know Lucien, you often make me feel like spring is coming.

Lucien: ....

Lucien's finger edge lightly rested on his chin, as if thinking.

Lucien: Don't you think... you describe me a little too nicely?

I took a half step forward, bent down and tilted my head to look into his eyes.

MC: But the person I care about is the best in the world, in my heart, and nothing can compare.

I stretched out my hand and grabbed Lucien's sleeve and lowered my voice.

MC: Although I've taken many, many pictures, trying to paint you many, many paintings...

MC: But the feeling you gave me....I can't describe it in any way.

A smile slowly appeared in Lucien's eyes.

In those dark pupils, the branches and leaves of peach blossoms are reflected, like a curved spring scene, which makes people involuntarily want to sink into it.

MC: If it had to be conveyed in words, I would call it romance.

After a brief pause, I affirmed my conclusion.

MC: Well, it's romance, although I still can't outline the connection....

MC: But the teacher said that the limitation of expression will not affect the conveyance of the atmosphere.

MC: Even if I can't say it, you will understand.

Lucien raised his head and smiled faintly. The spring breeze brushed the broken hair between his foreheads and seemed to blow his thoughts far away.

Lucien: Maybe you are the only one in this world who can describe me with these beautiful images.

Lucien: Even the most beautiful image in the world.

He suddenly seemed to have thought of something, hooked my hand, and pulled me towards the bookshelf in the reading room.

Lucien: MC, take a guess.. If I were to describe you, what kind of pictures would I take?

I was slightly startled, lost in thought. Lucien was silent for a while, then spoke slowly.

Lucien: Perhaps it was a cloud carrying the morning light, lying lazily in the air, looking at the lively crowd on the ground.

Lucien: Perhaps it was the heat steaming up from the steamer with the fragrance and sweetness, that couldn't help but floating upwards.

Lucien: Or maybe the wooden door of this reading room has been opened with a gap, and light and darkness meet on the ground and flow into the boundless sea of ​​books...

He turned his eyes and took out a book from a shelf next to us and put it in my arms.

MC: Poems?

Lucien nodded with a smile, his fingertips still resting on the back cover of the poetry book

Lucien: If you describe me as romantic, then I will describe you as, romantic habitation.

His fingertips slowly climbed up from my lower jaw, stroking my cheeks and auricles along the way, leaving and taking away some heat.

Lucien: I would like to inhabit all the voices you hear.

Lucien: I would like to inhabit the colorful colors in your eyes.

Warm fingertips brushed from the corner of my eyes - he opened his hand, with a wide palm, close to my side face,

Lucien: I would like to inhabit your warm skin, the touch of your skin

Lucien: I would like to inhabit this soul that always regards me as a ray of warm light.

The soft whisper flowed through my ears, Lucien gently pulled me into his arms as he spoke. The warm wind blows from the window, brushing the cover and the pages of the book.

I embraced the collection of poems and looked at him quietly. When the eyes meet, there seems to be a silent dialogue, which is conveyed in each other's eyes.

The white drapery rose and fell in the corner of the eye, and the gently swaying shadow of the tree was cast on it, spreading a greenery.

With a smile on the corners of his lips and warm breathing, he was close to me, but he refused to put it on immediately.

So I leaned up against his slightly bent knees - reached out and took off his glasses and kissed him without thinking.

He hugged me tightly and let me pour my entire weight into his embrace.

I half-opened my eyes and saw his eyelashes for a bit. Between his lips and teeth, he seemed to have something to say, but he held back. All that left, was a breathless laugh.

I smelled the scent on his collar, heard the chirping of sparrows on the tree, and captured every moment of his breathing.

....I can't describe anything.

I just want to be immersed in it.