From Now on, Let Me by Your Side

The wind outside carried the chill of deep autumn.

Clouds rolled towards distant horizons, pedestrians hurriedly wrapped in coats passed by, while unknown birds occasionally flapped their wings and flew south in the sky.

The country road exuded the tranquility of autumn.

Occasionally, dogs darted past, barking wildly at the slow-moving motorcycles.

Clusters of jasmine blossomed on branches, their fragrance seeping through the cracks of helmets, refreshing the senses.

Vivian rode the motorcycle at a speed comparable to that of a snail.

She turned her head to the man comfortably seated behind her and asked, "Are you still afraid?"

Jerome sat on the rear seat, the speed gradually boosting his confidence.

Leaning back, he replied, "I've never been afraid."

His tone was resolute as if he hadn't been the one reluctant to board the motorcycle just half an hour ago.

Vivian's lips curved upwards as she deliberately raised her voice.

"What if I accelerate?"