Sam's eyes widened as he gritted his teeth. "What did you see me write?"
He had been talking all day long about his dream to be a great photographer in the future. Everyone in the magazine agency knew about it. So what did she need to peek for?
"I didn't peek." Afraid that he wouldn't believe her, she continued to say, "Everyone in the magazine agency knows what your wish is."
Sam felt a little embarrassed and scratched his head. "Don't tell them that we had already come here to make a wish. You mustn't tell them. Otherwise, they'll make fun of me again."
"It depends on my mood," said Serenity teasingly.
Sam's face turned pale.
The wind started to pick up, and the red wishes on the branches started to dance wildly. Serenity looked up at the sky and noticed the gathering dark clouds. "I think it's time we meet back with the rest."
"What's the hurry? We-"
