Chapter 290
White dandelion fluff floated in the night sky, like the most unique snowfall of a summer night.
The pale shadows were reflected in Xie Mi’s clear pupils.
In that moment, she suddenly understood what Shen Moqing’s words had meant.
“But right now, I only want to help one person’s wish come true.”
When he was twelve, the young Shen Moqing had seriously asked her what wish she had made under the meteor shower.
She hadn’t actually made one, but to cover up, she randomly said she wished to see snow.
He had carefully remembered it, and twelve years later, on this very day, he prepared for her the most special snowfall.
“Thank you, Old Shen.”
She looked at the flurries of “snow” filling the sky, then turned to him.
Her beautiful eyes glistened, soaked with laughter, shining especially bright.
“My wish came true.”
Shen Moqing’s gaze shifted slightly. He lowered his eyes, a faint smile tugging at his lips, his thoughts melting into endless tenderness.
“Thanks to Teacher Xie.”
“My wish came true a long time ago.”
At the moment they smiled at each other, a silver streak cut across the night sky.
“It’s a meteor shower!”
Xie Mi gasped, quickly patting his arm to make him look. “Old Shen, make a wish!”
This time, she earnestly clasped her hands together and closed her eyes.
Perhaps starting today, she would truly believe in the legend of wishing on meteor showers, and look forward to each one that followed.
Because wishes made upon meteor showers… really do come true.
Shen Moqing closed his eyes too, lips still curled upward.
At the same time, they silently whispered their wishes in their hearts.
Their inner voices accidentally overlapped.
[I hope…] [I hope…]
[I can always stay in this world.] [That Teacher Xie can always stay in this world.]
“Meteor shower! It’s the meteor shower! Director Niu, the meteor shower’s here!”
A staff member came running, shouting with excitement.
The noise woke the guests sleeping in the tents. One by one, the flaps were lifted and heads poked out.
Some were dazed, some annoyed, some delighted.
“Didn’t they say the meteor shower wouldn’t come?”
“What’s the noise! It’s just a meteor shower, what’s the big deal?”
“Ah, the meteor shower.”
Liu Woxing was the first to run out of the tent, so hurried she didn’t even put on a coat, holding up her phone to record it in joy.
Silver-white streaks reflected in her eyes, starlight shining across her face.
Not-so-smart police officer comrade, how are you doing now?
I don’t know where you are, but you must have saved more children by now.
As for me, I finally fulfilled the wish I made under that meteor shower back then.
[I hope the stars can be free.]
Liu Woxing’s pupils sparkled, just like twelve years ago.
When she grew older, she had once searched for that policeman.
But she scoured every police station in Shanghai, and there was no officer who had ever caught human traffickers on Xiqing Mountain.
She even began to believe that night on the mountain had only been her dream, a self-redemption fantasy.
Yet everything had felt so real.
His words had always been engraved in her heart. Over the years in the Liu household, she had continued to strengthen her wings. She didn’t limit herself to music, chess, calligraphy, poetry, wine, flowers, and tea—she also studied business and management, learned company affairs, determined not to lose to her brothers.
But fighting back was just too hard.
Running away from home as an adult wasn’t like when she was a child, an impulse that could be acted on. The seed buried deep in her heart couldn’t break through the soil. More and more, she felt it had all been a dream, and maybe it was time to wake up.
Until she met Teacher Xie.
This person who inexplicably felt familiar, who she couldn’t help but feel close to.
Teacher Xie encouraged her in her own way, influenced her.
The seed planted by the policeman twelve years ago was finally nurtured by Teacher Xie, breaking through the ground after twelve years.
Liu Woxing lowered her phone, smiling at the figure sitting on a large rock not far away.
Xie Mi was waving her over.
“Liu Woxing, come here, the view’s great from here!”
Startled, Liu Woxing broke into an even brighter smile. “Mm, coming!”
She jogged over and sat beside her, then thought of something and leaned to look past Xie Mi at Shen Moqing sitting on her other side.
“Mr. Shen, I’m not bothering you, am I?”
Shen Moqing smiled, though it was a smile without warmth.
“No, you’re not. Someone else will be coming too.”
Before Liu Woxing could wonder at his words, Xie Mi called again.
“Miss Lai, come quick! Your loyal servant has found you the best stargazing spot, no payment needed—this is only what I should do!”
Lai Bingxuan’s proud voice drew nearer.
“Hmph, at least you know your place. I’ll give you another twenty thousand.”
“Miss Lai, brilliant!!”
The big rock that had seemed roomy was now crammed with four people, leaving Qiu Chengye cursing as he was forced to sit on the ground.
A little later, Yu Jinzhe and Xiao Jingxi came too.
Because the livestream had been restarted, Director Niu wanted to capture the warm scene of everyone watching the meteor shower together, so he called them all over.
The reopened stream quickly flooded with viewers.
[Ahhhhh there really is a meteor shower, thank goodness I didn’t sleep yet]
[I swear, “Love Observation” is the most random show I’ve ever followed—goes live whenever it wants, no warning]
[Forget it, I’m making a wish first! Wishing for good health!]
[Wishing to pass the exams!]
[I want to get rich, get rich!!]
[To always be happy ahhhh]
In the livestream, seven figures sat atop the mountain in the night, gazing upward at the falling stars.
On the scrolling comments, viewers shared in their joy, leaving their truest wishes.
Everything was beautiful and warm.
Xu Shuangrong sat alone in her tent, ignoring Director Niu’s call.
Starlight filtered through the fabric onto her face. Eyes closed, she went over every detail of her two journeys through time.
What was the crucial point she had overlooked?
Why did the story deviate from the original every time?
Where had things gone wrong?
The next morning, sunlight broke through the clouds, shining down on the tents at the mountain’s peak.
After staying up past midnight watching the meteor shower, the guests were still asleep.
But Director Niu stood in front of the tents on time, microphone on, accompanied by the assistant director banging drums—just short of breaking into a dance.
“Rise and shine! Your romantic and luxurious sea voyage is about to begin!”
