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The curtain falls.
My "Flame" series has achieved great success, garnering countless positive reviews and orders. The studio's phone has been ringing off the hook, and my inbox is overflowing with various collaboration invitations. I have become one of the most talked-about Rising Designers of this fashion week. Everything feels like it has taken off on a rocket, speeding towards my dreams.
My relationship with Ran has also entered a new phase. We are no longer adversaries locked in a fierce rivalry, nor are we merely comrades fighting side by side. It feels more like... lovers who are starting to date again.
Although neither of us has explicitly said the word "reconcile," our feelings for each other are already evident. He texts me every day to ask what I've eaten, what I've done, and whether I'm happy. He makes time to have meals with me, go shopping, and watch movies, just like any ordinary couple would. He listens attentively as I vent about my work troubles and offers me thoughtful advice. He also quietly takes care of many trivial matters when I'm feeling tired.
This gentle and steady companionship is something I have never experienced with him before. Three years ago, he was bright and passionate but somewhat... rough around the edges. Now, he is calm and reserved, yet he knows how to care for my emotions in the most considerate way.
Time has changed him, and it has changed me too. We have both become better people, and we understand better how to love each other.
After staying in Paris for a few more days to wrap up my work, I am preparing to return home. Ran personally drives me to the airport. Soothing music plays in the car. We don’t talk much, but the atmosphere is relaxed. Just as we approach the airport, he suddenly speaks up.
"Xia Wan."
"Mm?"
"I've thought about that request," he said.
My heart stirred, and I turned to look at him. "What is it?"
He gazed ahead, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"I'll tell you the next time we meet."
"You're being mysterious again!" I pouted in dissatisfaction.
He chuckled softly and said nothing more.
When we arrived at the airport, he helped me take my luggage out of the car.
"Make sure to rest well when you get back," he advised. "Don't overwork yourself."
"I know," I nodded.
"Message me when you arrive."
"Okay."
"I'll finish up my work here as soon as possible and come find you."
"…Alright."
He opened his arms and gave me a hug.
It was light and gentle, yet it carried a reassuring strength.
"Safe travels," he whispered in my ear.
"Mm."
I released him, grabbed my suitcase, and turned to head into the airport terminal.
After taking a couple of steps, I couldn't help but look back.
He was still standing there, watching me.
Sunlight bathed him, casting a tall silhouette.
I waved goodbye to him, and he waved back.
Then, I turned around, not looking back, and quickly walked into the departure hall.
The plane soared into the clouds.
Outside the window, the outline of Paris grew smaller and smaller, eventually becoming a blurred dot of light.
I leaned back in my seat, took out my phone, and scrolled through the chat history from the past few days with Ran.
A smile unconsciously crept onto my lips.
My heart was filled with anticipation for the future.
Although I didn't know how many challenges and unknowns lay ahead, this time, I was no longer alone.
I took out my sketchbook and pen.
Flipping to a new page, I drew a small flame pattern on the blank paper.
Next to it, I wrote two words:
To be continued.
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