Lucy took several seconds to react, her eyes sparkling, "Today... the first time riding it?"
"Yes." Henry clearly caught the delight that flashed through the girl's eyes, his thin lips curved slightly, "Happy?"
Lucy turned her head again to look at the night sky, her lips curled up in satisfaction, "Happy."
It was his first time riding a Ferris wheel, and he was with her alone.
This satisfaction stemming from a personal desire lifted Lucy's entire heart.
In the next moment, the man leaned forward with an implied meaning in his smile, "Since you're happy, how are you planning to thank me?"
Lucy's fingers gripped the safety bar tightly, tilting her face up to look at Henry, only to find that he wasn't even looking at her.
Yet his forward-leaning posture subtly revealed a certain depth.
Though Lucy was easily shy, it was merely a psychological reaction caused by the naivety of first love.
When it came to being straightforward and decisive, she had never changed.
