When you turned around, you found two people standing behind you, a man and a woman, both holding something in their hands: a long candied hawthorn in the left hand and cotton candy in the right.
These two were lost in their affection, and in each other's eyes, it seemed like there was only the other; hence, they didn't even see you and Yan Zisu.
"Shuo Shuo, look, you've got a piece of cotton candy on the corner of your mouth."
Liu Yaoyao looked tenderly at Zong Wangyue, her rounded hand slowly reaching towards Zong Wangyue's mouth. When she picked up a bit of sugar from Zong Wangyue's mouth, her little pinky slightly raised up, looking especially... warm, uh, alright, it was funny.
"Ugh!" A male voice of vomiting came suddenly from not far away.
Zong Wangyue and Liu Yaoyao didn't care at all about others' gazes, as if this amusement park, sprawling over several hectares, had opened exclusively for them. Here, there were only them, no one else.
"Yaoyao, you're so wonderful."
