Chapter 104: Dancing in the Wheat Fields and the Collapsed Stranger

Bloodkin are known for their cold body temperature. The moment their fingers intertwined, Anran felt the chill seep from Richard's hand into hers. His other arm gently wrapped around her waist as they began to move.

Richard took the lead, guiding her into a graceful twirl. Their figures seemed to vanish and reappear amidst the undulating waves of gold. Anran looked up to see Richard's dark hair as if it were gilded, which reminded her of a childhood bedtime story.

It was about a fox and a little prince.

She remembered the fox telling the prince, "I didn't like wheat before, but after you tamed me, I fell in love with the sound of the wind through the wheat. The golden stalks reminded me of your hair."

If the fox loved wheat because of the prince's golden hair, could someone fall for a prince because of these golden fields? Anran didn't know and didn't want to dwell on it. Her entire being was immersed in the moment until her foot stepped on something hard, snapping her back to reality.

"Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," she apologized, her cheeks flushing crimson.

She had stepped on Richard's shoe.

Richard, however, didn't seem bothered. With a teasing grin, he said, "What? Are you so captivated by me?"

"Don't flatter yourself! I was just mesmerized by the scenery," Anran retorted, her cheeks burning even brighter, resembling a ripe peach.

Richard chuckled softly, his black hair dancing in the breeze.

Their fingers remained entwined, their bodies close. Anran felt a slight tremor in Richard's frame, and unconsciously, her own heart began to tremble as well.

Richard's voice whispered in her ear, "Alright, I'll stop teasing. If we don't practice seriously, it'll be dark soon."

Anran had never waltzed before, but under Richard's patient guidance, she gradually found her rhythm…

Meanwhile, Adam appeared from nowhere, his black form rolling gleefully in the golden wheat fields, chasing butterflies in the air, thoroughly enjoying himself.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, their private dance came to an end.

Crossing back over the narrow wooden bridge, Richard retrieved the bicycle and sat in the front, gesturing for Anran to take the back seat.

"Hey, didn't you say you couldn't ride a bike?" Anran asked, feeling somewhat deceived.

Richard simply replied, "I've watched you ride for long enough. Even if I couldn't before, I've figured it out now. It's not that hard."

Stupid bloodkin and their stupid ability to learn…

Anran grumbled inwardly, remembering how many times she'd fallen while learning to ride.

"Hop on. It's getting dark, and we'll soon lose the light," Richard urged.

Anran's heart softened. He was clearly worried about her navigating in the dark, which was why he'd volunteered to take the wheel. Well, if that was the case, she'd gladly be the passenger.

She settled behind him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head against his back. At first, the bike wobbled, but it soon steadied. A faint smile spread across Anran's face as she remembered that night on Qingyun Peak when Richard had driven through the dark mountain roads with ease, without even turning on the headlights…

When they reached her doorstep, they waved goodbye. Anran watched Richard's figure disappear into the darkness before pushing the bike inside.

Tomorrow morning, I'll have to return this bike, she thought.

Just then, she noticed a figure with long hair stumbling down the street, swaying as if about to collapse.

"Hey, are you okay?" Anran called out.

The figure turned to glance at her, then crumpled forward…