"Fu Sichen! This photo of you looks so good!"
The man in the photo, although wearing a mask, had his smile around his eyes clearly showing, exuding a youthful vibe.
The two of them went on the roller coaster again, and when they came down, Fu Sichen looked unphased while Jiang Mian was so dizzy she couldn't tell north from south.
She leaned on Fu Sichen's shoulder, eyes slightly closed, still feeling the world spinning in her mind.
She muttered, "Can't do this anymore, too dizzy."
"Sir, your matcha double scoop ice cream cone."
In her daze, Jiang Mian heard the voice of a staff member.
Then Fu Sichen's voice followed, "Okay, thank you."
Jiang Mian opened her eyes, and saw the man holding an ice cream cone, the faint scent of matcha wafting into her nose.
Just one cone.
"Fu Sichen, do you have to be so stingy?"
"It's for you."
Even though she felt dizzy, she didn't forget about eating.
