"Behind her, Dan Hanjie's sardonic voice rang out, "Just riding on such a lousy bicycle, making me wait for a whole half an hour, Qin Youxuan, it seems your stamina is quite good."
"..."
Qin Youxuan felt a chill, usually when he said she had great stamina, it wasn't a good omen.
"Isn't it good for me to make an effort to reach you by myself? Are you displeased?"
Kicking the bicycle away, Qin Youxuan took the initiative to take his hand, "Dan Hanjie, the place you chose is so far away, I've pedalled till my legs are sore, how about carrying me?
"...Sure."
A glimpse flashed in Hanjie's eyes, looking on her spirited cat-like eyes, he bent over, held her firmly in his arms, and turned towards the yacht by the sea.
Layers of petals were laid on the long seaside path.
The rails of the walkway, all tied with white chiffon; red petals had fallen on it, just like a bride's path to the holy church.
