Perhaps there are miracles in the world, perhaps the world makes concessions for beautiful youth. When the second gust of wind really arrived as promised, the woman and her friends were left dumbfounded with shock.
"Here it comes! What did I say? What did I say just now, I am the—Child! Of! The Wind!"
"Lao Ding, manage your expression, class rep, quick, take the shot! My life points are almost gone, I might not be able to summon a third gust—"
"I'm taking it~"
...
This wind, which only a small part of the park noticed, slowly calmed down again.
Chen Yu Ying and Ding Sihan both captured photos they were pleased with.
The wind blew longer than expected, and later they even handed the phone to that sister, letting her take a perfect group photo of the three under the falling leaves.
The three began packing up again, now they could leave without any regrets.
"Lin Li, how did you do it?" Ding Sihan, though not admitting it, asked with a bit of admiration.
