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After finishing her breakfast, Yao Nian chose a pink floral spaghetti strap long dress for herself. The fitted design perfectly accentuated the curves of her waist, and she paired it with simple flip-flops, a large woven straw hat, and big hoop earrings.
As she applied lipstick in front of the mirror, Shen Du walked out of the bathroom, his gaze inevitably drawn to her. He wore a beige linen suit, the collar slightly open with sunglasses perched on it, making him look noticeably younger than usual.
Just as Shen Du passed by Yao Nian, he suddenly turned back and scrutinized her outfit. "That dress..."
Yao Nian glanced down at herself while holding the lipstick. "What? Is it not nice?"
"It looks good, but that neckline..."
Shen Du then took a cover-up from the wardrobe and handed it to her, claiming it was to protect her from the sun. Yao Nian didn’t mind his rare display of protectiveness; she smiled and put on the cover-up.
They were headed to a coastal town, just half an hour away from the island. When the boat docked at the port, Yao Nian adjusted her hat that had been blown askew by the wind and curiously surveyed the street scene before her.
The cobblestone path wound through narrow alleys, flanked by colorful wooden houses with pointed roofs and enamel-carved windows, giving her the illusion of having stumbled into a fairy tale town. Shen Du held Yao Nian's hand as they strolled along the street, where fabric stalls displayed various quirky handmade crafts.
She stopped in her tracks to examine a ceramic ashtray. "Do you think my dad would like this?"
Shen Du looked at the oddly shaped face on it and paused before responding, "Are you sure President Yao wouldn’t be scared if he saw this in the middle of the night?"
Yao Nian stuck out her tongue playfully. Following Shen Du's suggestion, she picked a practical yet rather boring gift—a belt—for Yao Zhandong.
As they passed a bustling street corner, a melodious violin tune began to play softly in the background. Hearing the familiar prelude made Yao Nian pause for a moment before excitedly tugging on Shen Du's arm. "Did you hear that? Isn’t it 'Take Me Home, Country Roads' by Saint Seiya?"
Shen Du simply smiled. "Shall we go take a look?"
Turning around the corner, they found a man standing in front of a wooden door, tilting his head as he played the violin with his eyes slightly closed, his fingers dancing gracefully over the strings.
Yao Nian dropped some bills into his violin case and couldn’t help but hum along to the rhythm. As the melody reached its climax and quickened in pace, four or five musicians suddenly emerged from around the corner, each holding different instruments. They surrounded Yao Nian and began to play "Take Me Home, Country Roads" just for her.
Surprised, Yao Nian covered her mouth with her hands instinctively and glanced at Shen Du.
His eyes sparkled with laughter as he gestured toward the man playing the violin.
In the next moment, the wooden door behind him creaked open slowly.
What greeted his gaze was an endless sea of roses.
Shen Du took her hand, leading the girl into the expanse of flowers, smiling as he said, "Baby, happy birthday."
Yao Nian was stunned by the sight before her, her fingertips trembling slightly, unable to make a sound.
The shimmering waves danced on the surface of the sea, and seagulls flew overhead, as if God had spilled a palette of colors into Monet's garden.
This was the fairytale Shen Du had created for her.
"I hide the roses behind my back, always waiting for our rendezvous—to listen to the sound of the waves together, to hear the seagulls sing together, and to piece together this memory that belongs solely to us in this coastal town bathed in rose and moonlight."
In giving her this gift, Shen Du held back a difficult truth he had yet to share with her.
The roses that man had given her always weighed on his mind.
"The bouquet you once turned down for me, at this moment, I am willing to return to you in the form of an entire sea of roses."
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