Tianmiao flew further and further away with Tang Wanwan, flying over the sea, flying over the Tang Family, flying over the Heavenly Son Tower...
Tang Wanwan watched as people and buildings beneath her feet became so small and distant. At this moment, her heart flew very far, very far away.
When Tang Wanwan came to her senses and landed, she found herself standing on the deck of a cruise ship. Next to her were Yan Bin and Qin Zifeng, but there was no sign of Tianmiao, Kong Hou, or Dong Xiao.
"Where is Sister Tian?" Tang Wanwan asked in confusion.
"What Sister Tian?" Qin Zifeng was even more puzzled.
"Sister Tian! Tianmiao, the descendant of the Tian Family." Tang Wanwan looked surprised at Qin Zifeng, not understanding why he would ask such a question.
"Tang Wanwan, what dream are you having? What Sister Tian, what Tian Family?" Yan Bin laughed beside her, "The party is about to start, and you haven’t even had a drink. How come you’re already a bit tipsy?"
Tang Wanwan was shocked as she looked around. There was no sign of Tianmiao, nor of Kong Hou and Dong Xiao! And the people around her seemed to have completely forgotten their existence.
"What are you daydreaming about? The party is about to start. You’re actually dressed well today." Zhao Rouman’s voice suddenly sounded.
Tang Wanwan turned to look at Zhao Rouman and asked confusedly, "Are you complimenting me?"
"Who, who’s complimenting you? Don’t be so self-centered!" Zhao Rouman’s face turned a bit unnatural, "Hurry up, the party is about to start. Tianhe, why is your tie a bit crooked?" With those words, Zhao Rouman adjusted Zhao Tianhe’s tie.
Then she gracefully left holding Zhao Tianhe.
Tang Wanwan looked incredulously at Zhao Rouman and said to Yan Bin, "Why does it seem like Zhao Rouman has changed? She seems, hmm, not so annoying anymore."
"Who knows, maybe something happened that made her smooth out her edges." Yan Bin said casually, but the next moment, he covered his chest. He felt empty there, as if he had forgotten something very important. What could it be? Was it just his illusion?
"Little Bin!" At this moment, Yen’s father and Yen’s mother also came over.
Seeing them, Yan Bin wanted to run. But as soon as he turned, he bumped into someone. Looking up, Yan Bin froze. It was his uncle, who was more like a father than his own father. He had been strict with Yan Bin since childhood and poured all his fatherly love into him. Yan Bin felt both fear and love, along with guilt.
"Why run? We’re not going to eat you. Fine, we won’t pressure you to get married anymore." Yan’s uncle said irritably.
"Yes, come home, don’t always be running around outside." Yen’s father and Yen’s mother also said kindly.
Yan Bin’s eyes widened. Why had his family’s attitude changed so drastically? Also, why did his heart hurt a bit? Why was there a wave of sadness spreading?
"Little brother, why are you crying?" Tang Wanwan was startled, seeing Yan Bin’s tears, she asked worriedly.
"I’m crying?" Yan Bin touched his face and indeed felt wet tears. He lightly shook his head, "I don’t know, I just feel like I’ve forgotten something very important."
Tang Wanwan fell silent, she looked up at the sky.
She felt that soon she might also forget Tianmiao’s existence. Maybe Tianmiao hadn’t immediately made her lose those memories because she wanted to fulfill her wish to fly.
Sister Tian, thank you.
Flying feels really great.
I really wish I could remember you forever...
Tang Wanwan slowly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, she was all smiles: "Little brother, haha, why are you crying like a baby? Is it because Uncle and the others aren’t pressuring you anymore, and you’re crying with joy?"
"I wasn’t crying, it’s just windy here!" Yan Bin snorted coldly.
"Alright, let’s go, the party is about to start." Qin Zifeng urged.
The grand vacation dance party officially began.
No one remembered the things that had happened earlier.
(Yan Bin is just a passerby, and won’t be a good match for Dong Xiao. Dong Xiao bears too much with her background. This story is basically finished; perhaps I’ll mention a few more words later, and start a new story tomorrow. From now on, this text will update at 7 PM, the same time as the old text.)