Gu Lingling was unaware that her father was thinking of her and planning to visit the Capital City to see him.
After sending Mr. Zhou back home, Yang Yunhai promptly whisked Gu Lingling away, leaving Mr. Zhou swearing behind.
"Not going back tonight?" Gu Lingling asked him.
It was almost dark now; wasn’t he supposed to send her back to the dorm?
"When will we have our personal time together?" Yang Yunhai focused intently on the road ahead, as if he hadn’t just said those words.
He seemed a bit mournful.
"Huh?" Gu Lingling tilted her head, looking at him.
She saw him purse his lips, staring ahead without glancing at her—was he jealous? Of course he was!
Alas... hadn’t they agreed upon this earlier?
She had taken Mr. Zhou for dinner precisely to avoid him getting jealous, reporting her plans beforehand for approval.
"Didn’t we agree to go out together before you left?" Gu Lingling said, blushing.
"I can’t wait," Yang Yunhai retorted with those three words.
Gu Lingling’s face reddened further.
Yang Yunhai didn’t drive far, but stopped at the entrance of a park near the school.
Speaking of which, since confirming their relationship, he and Gu Lingling had never really done the things couples should do.
Like taking a walk in the park.
However, wasn’t it a bit late now? Besides, wasn’t the park already closed? How were they going to get in?
Gu Lingling looked at the sky; the sun had set, and the curtain of night had quietly fallen.
But since someone wanted to stroll the park, then stroll they shall.
Yang Yunhai led Gu Lingling, not through the main entrance, and somehow, long before she could react, they were already inside the park.
A detective indeed.
Yang Yunhai slightly curled his lips, proudly holding Gu Lingling’s hand.
What does personal time mean?
Moments like this, undisturbed, truly define personal time.
The entire park was theirs now.
Someone was in high spirits, leading her around here and there, wherever he pleased, never letting go of her hand, and occasionally drawing close to her to speak, delighting in her blushing expression. Yang Yunhai felt happy.
That joy was beyond words, a genuine sweetness from the heart.
"Wait here for me," suddenly, Yang Yunhai said mysteriously to Gu Lingling, not giving her a chance to react before darting off quickly in a direction.
Gu Lingling, "..."
Even though it wasn’t completely dark yet, she could almost see Yang Yunhai’s nimble silhouette.
As she looked again, he was already walking back towards her with a smile.
"Close your eyes." Someone said to her with a smile.
Gu Lingling obediently closed her eyes, "What’s this? Smells lovely."
When she opened her eyes, Yang Yunhai stood before her, holding a bouquet of flowers, smiling.
In the night, Yang Yunhai shed his usual indifference, the twilight enveloping him with tenderness, a strong, affectionate aura spreading freely, adding unique ambiance to the park.
He didn’t arrive on a rainbow cloud, but Gu Lingling understood his profound love.
In this night, in this park, a big boy holding a bouquet of flowers was smiling at her with deep affection.
The beauty or fragrance of the flowers no longer mattered.
What mattered was that this moment etched eternally in Gu Lingling’s heart.