They used each other's heartbeats to measure the arc of the Ferris wheel.
How they wished it could move slower, even slower.
Or better yet, to just forever stay in this moment.
But the time they held hands together passed so quickly.
Unwittingly, the Ferris wheel came back to its starting point.
With a slight vibration, Lin Shuang and Tong Yao finally snapped back to reality.
As if startled, they released each other's tightly clasped hands.
Tong Yao quickly hid her hands behind her back and fled as if escaping disaster, trotting off the Ferris wheel.
Lin Shuang... Lin Shuang brought his hand close to his nose and inhaled.
There was a soft, milky scent…
Lin Shuang had a peculiar habit, which was that he liked to smell scents.
Each beautiful girl's scent was different.
Tong Yao didn't escape very far, and waited for him ahead.
