The carousel started spinning again, and as it reached the middle, Luo Qi reached out her hand to Lin Yan.
Lin Yan, puzzled but still, took her hand.
"I once saw a TV series where the heroine and the hero held hands like this when they were halfway through the ride," she had found it very romantic at the time and had wanted to try it.
But she had never managed to do it and had remembered it for so many years, now that it finally happened, it seemed just so-so.
After getting off the carousel, Luo Qi also went to ride the Ferris wheel. There were many legends about the Ferris wheel, but Luo Qi couldn't think of any.
Because her heart was slowly starting to rise.
Her hand was gripping the railing next to her tightly, and her face was turning pale as the Ferris wheel climbed higher.
"Don't worry," Lin Yan said, holding her right hand tightly, trying to give her courage.
But it was no use; as the Ferris wheel ascended, Luo Qi was still terribly worried.