C71

"Xiao-Xiao, is Brother Song really afraid of heights?" I nodded my head and chased after him, waiting for Song Mo Ran at the door of the toilet. Su Yi Yun also accompanied me at the side, but Song Mo Ran didn't come out. Su Yi Yun went to buy some water.

I don't know how long I waited before Song Mo Ran walked out. Looking at his haggard appearance, my heart ached.

"Are you okay?" I walked forward to support Song Mo Ran as I asked worriedly.

Song Mo Ran waved his hand to indicate that he was fine, but I was still very worried.

"Let's just go home. We're not eating. Yiyun, I'll make it up to her next time." After I finished speaking, I supported Song Mo Ran towards the entrance of the amusement park. After getting in the car, I picked up my phone and called Su Yiyun to explain the situation. Fortunately, Su Yiyun was quite reasonable and didn't get angry.

When we got home, I sent Song Mo Ran to his room. After pouring him a cup of hot water to drink, he said he wanted to rest, so I pushed out the door.

Song Mo Ran was sleeping in his room while I was watching TV in the living room. If I knew that Song Mo Ran wasn't playing around like this, I wouldn't have brought him to the amusement park.

Bored, he sat on the sofa, feeling slightly disappointed. Was his 18th birthday supposed to be celebrated like this?

I believe that every girl has many fantasies about her 18 years old, family, friends, and loved ones, but I sat here in the large, empty living room for the last few hours of my 18 years, feeling a chill.

Thinking about these 18 years, how much time did he have to truly be happy?

He was clearly at his prime, yet he seemed to have lived for several centuries.

My parents have both died. The elder sister that I relied on the most has no blood relation with me, and even fell in love with the same man. For this man, the two sisters became enemies.

But when I think of Song Mo Ran, I suddenly feel that no one else matters anymore as long as he is still by my side.

"Little girl, what are you thinking about? Why are you being so serious?"

Song Mo Ran's gentle and weak voice sounded from behind me. I hastily stood up and walked in front of him to gently support him. However, Song Mo Ran pushed me away and said, "Your man isn't that weak."

Perhaps it was because he himself felt that he had lost a bit of face, so he tried to force himself on me in order to regain some of his dignity as a man.

I did not expose him, but obediently let go and stood beside him.

"You haven't answered my question." Song Mo Ran said faintly.

"I …" I didn't think of anything. "

He suddenly looked at me with a piercing gaze that seemed to pierce me. I quickly turned my head, avoiding his gaze.

Luckily, Song Mo Ran didn't continue questioning me. He suddenly grabbed my hand and walked out.

"Silently, where are you going?" I panicked as I asked.

He stopped, turned his head, raised his eyebrows, and said carelessly, "Do you want to spend the last hours of your birthday in that big empty house?"

Hearing his words, my eyes suddenly lit up. I originally thought that Song Mo Ran was not prepared at all.

Song Mo Ran saw that I was stunned and didn't say anything else. He just pulled me towards the garage.

Looking at this tall and sturdy man in front of me, I started to look forward to what kind of surprise he would prepare for me.

"Do you want me to carry you in?" Song Mo Ran's cold voice sounded in my ear and I realised that I was already standing in front of the car.

He quickly opened the door and got in. Seeing my clumsy actions, Song Mo Ran shook his head before getting into the driver's seat and starting the car.

"Silently, where are we going?" I asked softly, unable to suppress my curiosity as I sat in the car.

At first, he didn't expect him to answer me, but then Song Mo Ran just said two words without thinking, "Restaurant."

It was better that he didn't tell me. After knowing his destination, he was disappointed. The original mysterious feeling in his heart had now disappeared. This Song Mo Ran was really like a blockhead, he would answer anything I asked.

He lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was already ten o'clock at night. What other restaurant was open at this time? All I could think of was the night stands on the side of the road.

As he thought of this, his stomach unconsciously rumbled.

Song Mo Ran stared straight ahead, but the corners of his mouth slowly curled up into an indescribable smile.

"Why are you laughing at me?" I complained, hiding my embarrassment.

"We'll be there soon."

Song Mo Ran's answer made me even more embarrassed. I didn't ask him this question, so why are you saying it so straightforwardly?

However, Song Mo Ran was really punctual. Ten minutes wasn't much, we arrived at our destination.

As soon as I got out of the car, I was attracted by the name of the restaurant. Miracle, miracle.

Looking at the decorations outside the restaurant, it must be very expensive.

I looked down at the cheap clothes I was wearing, which I had dressed up so well, but which now seemed so cramped in front of this kind of restaurant.

"What are you blanking out for? Come in." Song Mo Ran rushed to the door.

I felt as if a duck had been thrown onto the bed. I had no choice but to harden my scalp and walk in.

"Sir, do you have a reservation?" The waiter asked politely.

"Yes, his surname is Song." Song Mo Ran's voice was always calm, but unconsciously, I found that his hand was tightly pinching something.

Was it my imagination? Why did he think that Song Mo Ran would be a little nervous?

Maybe I was thinking too much. Song Mo Ran must have seen some big scene before, how could he not be nervous.

"Yes, sir, miss, please follow me this way." With that, the waiter led the way.

Although it was already past ten in the evening, the atmosphere in the restaurant hadn't lessened at all. There were still a lot of people here. It was clear that the people who came here were all successful people, and I was the only one who didn't belong.

Song Mo Ran, who was walking in front of me, suddenly stopped and I nearly bumped into him.

"What's wrong?" I asked in a daze.

Song Mo Ran didn't say anything as he bent down slightly and took my hand, continuing to walk forward.

I don't know why, but I was moved at that moment. Feeling the warmth of Song Mo Ran's palm, my heart gradually calmed down and I no longer cared if I was qualified enough to enter or leave this place.

No matter how others look at me, I still have Song Mo Ran.

When I thought of this, I was completely at ease. Only now did I notice that Song Mo Ran's palms were covered in sweat.

"Silently, why are your palms so full of sweat? Still not feeling well? If you don't feel well, let's go home, I'm fine. " I said anxiously.