"Whether you want to go down or not, isn't it still up to you?"
She stared at him blankly, seeming to understand something.
"Who said going down means ending this journey? We're just getting off this ride, only to catch the next trip," Qin Feimo was startled by his own words.
Since when did he become a love expert? Here he is, discussing love and life with her.
Feng Jinglei seemed equally taken aback by his words, gazing at him dazedly, recalling his use of 'we' just now.
As various emotions churned inside her, Qin Feimo suddenly spoke again, "I was just using a metaphor."
She snapped back to reality, her gaze lowered.
She should have known he was just using a metaphor.
The rain outside gradually stopped.
The Ferris wheel turned twice, once again reaching the ground.
"Achoo—!"
The sudden sound of a sneeze snapped them both back to reality.
Feng Jinglei finally left his long legs and stood up, "We're here."
She rubbed her itchy nose, getting off his lap.
