Translator: Lonelytree Editor: Millman97
The colours of the fairy lights in the tree kept changing, showering his white shirt with swirling colors, lending the man a mythical air.
Song Qingchun, I wish you’ll turn around at this moment.
And there he was…
Such a wonderful blessing.
The tears that finally stopped started to fall once more. In that instant, the gorgeous scenery had fallen away to leave behind this wonderful man. There was quite a distance between them, so she couldn’t see the expression on his face clearly, but she could feel his gaze on her.
She took several steps forward and stopped when she could make out his face. She curled her teary face into a smile and flashed a toothy grin at him. He stood where he was, staring at her, unmoving.
The public kept walking before them, but they held each other’s gaze. The greater her tears, the bigger her smile. Perhaps influenced by her smile, eventually, his expression softened with gentleness.
The girl who stood where she was suddenly moved forward to race towards him. He looked at her, leaning against the tree trunk. It was not until she was panting rather unevenly before him that he said, “Tingting, you’re amazing, so amazing the world couldn’t wait to shower you with its blessing.”
Song Qingchun had said something similar jokingly earlier, but who would have thought he would mimic it so perfectly. Song Qingchun was tickled by his words, and she burst out laughing. She nodded at him in agreement. “Indeed, I am that amazing!”
Then, her tears fell one after another like they were coming out of the faucet. When she was approached by the middle-aged couple, Song Qingchun had worked out that this had everything to do with him. Even though he still maintained a joking manner when he said that last sentence, she was deeply touched.
99 people, 99 faces, and 99 blessings. There was no one repetition. In other words, he came up with every single one on his own.
An indescribable feeling surged through her, a feeling that compelled her to ignore the world around them, to rush into his embrace and stand on her tiptoes to kiss him. Just as her lips were about to touch his, she was suddenly shoved back from him.
Song Qingchun, who had just been rejected, turned toward Su Zhinian with confusion.
The man’s gentle face suddenly became incredibly serious. His dark pupils stared at her closely. After a long hesitation, he asked in a low voice, “Tingting, aren’t you afraid of me?”
Song Qingchun’s eyes were covered with puzzlement.
“Or, do you hate me?” After a pause, Su Zhinian added as an explanation, “… Because of my superpowers.”
Song Qingchun blinked twice before she understood what Su Zhinian was getting at. But why would she be afraid of him? Why would she hate him?
She found his superpowers amazing and out of this world, so why would she despise him because of that?
Of course, most importantly, she could find many interest things to do with his superpowers, just like their shopping spree that afternoon…
