The scene could only be described as chaotic, but fortunately for Ye Shuang and the others, the situation wasn’t hard to resolve. A few burly bodyguards quickly subdued the group of troublemakers with their permed hair.
"Call the police," Ye Shuang said, glancing at Chen Qin.
"Yeah."
Perhaps because there were many tourists in the area, the police arrived quickly.
"A kissing challenge? Disgusting," Chen Qin muttered, her face twisting in revulsion after learning what had happened. The fact that these guys had persisted after being rejected—wasn’t that just straight-up harassment?
"Can we get these guys thrown in jail?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Probably not that easy. It’s just verbal, after all. Trash like this exists everywhere, and they actually get off on it," Chen Qin crossed her arms, as if contemplating how to make things worse for them.
An Shiyu chimed in, "Death penalty."
"That’s probably not happening."
"Let’s go, take them away first."
The permed-haired guy, now restrained by a bodyguard, panicked as pain shot through his arm. He started begging for mercy nonstop.
But no one spared him a glance—he might as well have been garbage.
The rest was easy to handle. Since Ye Shuang and the others were returning home the next day, they didn’t bother dragging things out with the troublemakers.
They just had the bodyguards "add a little extra" before letting them go.
As far as Chen Qin was concerned, not shipping them off to Siberia to plant potatoes was already an act of mercy.
After this little incident, none of them were in the mood to keep sightseeing. They wrapped things up with the permed-haired guy, wandered around a bit more, and then headed back to the private island. The streets were lined with familiar shops anyway—nothing new or exciting.
The yacht sailed on, the setting sun dyeing the ocean a brilliant orange.
By the time they returned to the private island, night had already fallen.
"Exhausting. Too many people out there, and the food wasn’t even good," Tang Keke groaned, dragging herself off the boat like a zombie. An Shiyu followed, hands in her pockets, with Ye Shuang and the others trailing behind.
"Let’s have dinner, rest a bit, and then head home tonight," Chen Qin suggested with a smile. They were already tired—might as well sleep on the plane.
"Yeah," Ye Shuang nodded.
After showering and enjoying a lavish meal, they sat by the shore, resting under the night sky.
The sound of waves lapping against the sand filled the air. The dark sea, dotted with the moon’s silvery reflection, seemed to wash away the summer’s lingering heat, leaving only a profound serenity.
"The sea…" Ye Shuang murmured, gazing into the distance. Then, as if sensing something, he turned slightly—only to find Bai Yuyou staring at him.
"What’s up?"
"Ye Shuang was spacing out."
"Maybe," he chuckled, rubbing his chin. "Kinda wish we could collect some shells here. Too bad the staff sifted all the sand clean."
Otherwise, making another shell wind chime might’ve been nice.
"It’s okay," Bai Yuyou said softly, pulling out a stack of Polaroid photos. "We have these."
"When did you take these?" Ye Shuang was surprised.
"Earlier, when we were out…" She held the photos carefully, as if they were treasures. "These are memories."
"Good memories should be kept safe."
Ye Shuang smiled warmly. "Yeah."
"I want… to make lots of good memories with Ye Shuang in the future," Bai Yuyou said.
Just then, Chen Qin’s voice called out from nearby, "Ye Shuang, come over here~"
Ye Shuang looked up to see Chen Qin and Aunt Li approaching, carrying a large bucket of something.
"Huh?" He stood and walked over.
Bai Yuyou glanced at them, then followed.
"Fireworks!" Aunt Li grinned. "Setting some off before we leave—isn’t that romantic?"
"Small ones like these are nice too."
Ye Shuang lit one and handed it to Bai Yuyou. "Here, hold this."
The sparkler crackled to life, its bright, flickering glow illuminating the girl’s face.
"Pretty?"
"Yeah."
But the firework soon fizzled out, plunging the surroundings back into darkness. Bai Yuyou’s eyes dimmed slightly, her usual antenna-like strand of hair drooping.
Then, light returned—Ye Shuang and the others had lit more sparklers, laughing and chatting as they waved them around.
Fireworks burned fast. Beautiful, but fleeting. Yet as long as someone kept lighting them, the light never faded—just like how, in Bai Yuyou’s small world, the people around her seemed to shine endlessly, their warmth always reaching her.
"Meow-ne!"
"Hey, Yiwan, stop running around with fireworks in your mouth—"
Meanwhile, An Shiyu was swinging two sparklers like swords, shouting, "OiOiOiOiOiOi—Stellar Cascade Despair Slash!"
"You’re getting sparks on me!"
Bai Yuyou watched quietly until another sparkler was offered to her. "Here, take this."
Ye Shuang placed it in her hand, his palm warm against hers. She nodded slightly.
She didn’t fully understand the feeling in her chest, but the emotions swirling inside were undeniably comforting.
Then, Aunt Li suddenly pulled out her camera. "Alright, my darlings, look over here~"
"Fugui, wait a sec," Chen Qin said with a smile.
"What?" Fugui peeked over.
"There’s something bigger coming." Chen Qin tapped her phone. A second later, a streak of light shot into the sky—before exploding into a dazzling firework.
The night was momentarily lit up. Chen Qin waved her phone triumphantly. "See? I saved the big ones for last."
"Perfect, perfect! This angle’ll look amazing in photos," Aunt Li said, setting up her camera on a tripod before rushing back into position.
"Okay, everyone—look at the camera!"
"Say cheese!"
As another firework bloomed overhead, the moment was frozen in time.
Ye Shuang glanced away from the spectacle—only to pause when he saw Bai Yuyou. She was smiling at the camera, her eyes shimmering with a soft, gentle light under the fireworks’ glow.
"Ah…" Ye Shuang stared, momentarily stunned. The others soon noticed too, their expressions mirroring his—as if they’d just spotted some rare, protected species.
Finally snapping out of it, Ye Shuang reached over and ruffled Bai Yuyou’s hair before turning to Aunt Li.
"Fugui, one more shot."
"Giggle~ You got it!"
The fireworks continued to sparkle, painting a perfect ending to their journey.
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