Chapter 132: A Wish on the Ferris Wheel

The moment he finished speaking, Meng Yier saw Yan Yichen walk over to the little stall and return with an identical mask.

“Let me help you put it on…”

Before Meng Yier could even make out the mask in his hand, Yan Yichen was already standing behind her. He carefully lifted the mask and fastened it over her face.

The two gazed at each other and smiled. Yan Yichen took her warm little hand and led her toward the Ferris wheel.

Before long, they were seated on the Ferris wheel beneath the night sky.

They said that riding a Ferris wheel was a form of happiness. As it slowly began to turn and rise, the people below grew smaller and smaller, until it seemed that the entire world contained no one but the person beside you.

As the Ferris wheel climbed higher, they drew a little closer to the stars.

Meng Yier was visibly excited, waving her hands and feet about in the small cabin. This was only the second time in her life she had ridden a Ferris wheel. The first had been when she was very young, back when her parents still loved her more than anyone in the world.

Only when the Ferris wheel reached its highest point did Meng Yier obediently sit beside Yan Yichen, her face revealing both excitement and nervousness.

Yan Yichen put an arm around her shoulders and said softly, “As the Ferris wheel turns, it rises to the place closest to the stars. The stars can hear the wishes in people’s hearts and help make them come true. That is why riding a Ferris wheel is said to mean touching happiness and drawing as close to hope as possible. When the wheel reaches its highest point, make a sincere wish. The gods will hear it, and if they decide you are a good child, your wish will come true.”

His cool, melodious voice sounded even more beautiful in the vast night sky.

Meng Yier lifted her eyes and stared blankly at his gentle gaze.

His dark, bright eyes were like shooting stars tearing across the night sky, radiant and dazzling.

“Then… let’s make a wish together.”

Yan Yichen affectionately ruffled the soft hair atop her head and nodded with a smile.

They exchanged a glance and closed their eyes. The dim streetlights and pure moonlight quietly fell across their faces, making their features appear even more peaceful and gentle. The scene was as beautiful as something out of a fairy tale.

After a long while, Meng Yier opened her eyes and secretly glanced at the man beside her. A smile rested at the corners of his lips, and his burning gaze was turned toward her.

“What did you wish for?”

His cool, low voice carried a hint of delight.

Meng Yier’s pretty face flushed slightly. Her large eyes shimmered as she said coyly, “I’m not telling you.”

“Do you know what I wished for?”

“What did you wish for?” Meng Yier asked curiously.

“I wished that you would have every one of your wishes come true…”

Meng Yier froze for a moment. As she gazed at the determination in his eyes, a tremor ran through her heart.

This man, who appeared cold and arrogant, actually concealed a gentle and kind heart beneath his hard, icy exterior.

Perhaps he loved her far more deeply than she had ever imagined.

When he had confessed his feelings to her, Meng Yier had not believed him at first. How could anyone’s confession be so forceful and domineering? Perhaps he had merely taken a passing interest in her.

Later, she realized that he simply did not know how to express himself. Afraid that others might discover the softness within him, he used a forceful attitude to deal with every problem—including matters of the heart.

Seeing Meng Yier flustered and helpless, Yan Yichen curved his lips into a perfect smile and elegantly removed the mask from his face.

He gently turned her body, which was angled toward the window, and carefully helped her take off her mask. The soft moonlight fell across her fair face, adding a touch of delicate charm.