Since we are all reborn, let’s arrest the senior!

The morning sunlight, like honey, flowed gently into Jiang Zimei's room, casting dappled patterns of light on the pale blue curtains. Jiang Zimei stretched, and thinking of her date with Lu Mingze earlier that day, a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips.

Lu Mingze got up early and busied himself in the kitchen for a long time, carefully packing the breakfast he had prepared. He carefully put the insulated box into his tote bag, and then specially stuffed a fresh daisy into the bag opening. He had spotted it at a flower shop when he passed by, thinking that Jiang Zimei would be happy to see it.

When Lu Mingze knocked on Jiang Zimei's door, he straightened his clothes, his eyes filled with concern and expectation. The moment the door opened, he smiled gently, "Baby, how are you feeling today?" He then gently touched Jiang Zimei's forehead, confirming she didn't have a fever before placing breakfast on the table. His movements were so gentle, as if he were handling a precious work of art, afraid that the slightest pressure would disturb the person who had just recovered.

"I'm completely healed!" Jiang Zimei's eyes sparkled like they were filled with stars. She sat up with a smile, her hair glistening faintly in the sunlight. "If I hadn't gone out, I would have gotten moldy." She stretched, her movements like a lazy kitten, the little bear pattern on her pajamas swaying gently with her movements.

Lu Mingze affectionately pinched her nose, his fingertips still carrying a faint scent of paint—a unique mark of his artistic heritage. "Today I'll take you to a nice place. We'll go to an art market; I've heard there are lots of interesting handicrafts there." His voice was deep and gentle, as if possessing a magical power that made one yearn for it.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Zimei excitedly jumped off the bed, her hair fluttering gently in the air, tracing a graceful arc. "Great! I'm going to go and find some treasures to decorate our little home." She eagerly ran to the wardrobe, found her favorite off-white sweater, paired it with a brown pinafore dress, and carefully tidied herself up in front of the mirror.

The two tidied themselves up quickly and went out hand in hand. The winter streets were still biting, but their companionship made them feel exceptionally warm. Lu Mingze unconsciously pulled Jiang Zimei closer to him, shielding her from the wind with his own body. They chatted and laughed all the way, and as they passed a flower shop, Jiang Zimei was drawn to a bouquet of red roses in the window. The roses were vibrant and beautiful, their petals layered upon each other, shimmering with a captivating luster in the sunlight, like tiny, dancing flames.

Seeing this, Lu Mingze walked in without hesitation. He stood in front of the bouquet, carefully selecting the flowers, his eyes focused and gentle. Finally, he carefully chose a bunch of the most beautiful red roses and gently handed it to Jiang Zimei: "For my little princess." His voice was tinged with shyness, and the tips of his ears turned slightly red, as if he had returned to the state of first love.

Jiang Zimei took the flowers, her cheeks flushing like blooming peach blossoms. She brought the flowers to her nose and gently sniffed them: "They smell so good, thank you, Mingze." She closed her eyes, intoxicated by the fragrance of the roses. Her eyelashes cast fan-shaped shadows under her eyes, making her so beautiful that it was impossible to look away.

They continued on their way and soon arrived at the art market. The market was bustling with activity, teeming with people. Stalls were filled with a dazzling array of handicrafts; exquisite ceramic ornaments shimmered with a warm luster in the sunlight, colorful hand-painted silk scarves fluttered gently in the breeze, and uniquely shaped wood carvings emitted a faint fragrance. The air was filled with various aromas: the rich scent of coffee, the wheaty aroma of bread, and the unique, fresh scent of handicrafts.

Jiang Zimei, like a curious child, her eyes sparkling with excitement, looked around and touched everything. She stopped in front of a ceramics stall, picked up a small ceramic cat, and couldn't put it down. The cat was so lifelike, its blue eyes seemed to speak, and its tail was playfully curled up. "Mingze, look how cute this is!" She held the cat up to Lu Mingze, her face beaming with a bright smile.

Lu Mingze also came over to examine it closely. His slender fingers gently stroked the surface of the ceramic cat, feeling its delicate texture. "It's really cute. Let's buy it. It will look beautiful on our bookshelf." He looked at Jiang Zimei tenderly, his eyes full of affection.

After paying, the two continued strolling through the market. Suddenly, a sharp cry pierced through the noise. Jiang Zimei and Lu Mingze exchanged a glance and looked in the direction of the sound. They saw a five- or six-year-old boy crying in front of a dessert stall not far away. His face was flushed red, and his little hands were tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, which was already soaked with tears. In front of him was a spilled ice cream, and melted cream was spread on the ground.

Jiang Zimei walked quickly over, and as she squatted down, the hem of her brown pinafore dress gently swept across the ground. She took out a cartoon-patterned tissue from her bag, carefully avoiding the ice cream stains on the little boy's face, and gently wiped away his tears: "Don't cry, little boy, tell me what happened?" Her voice was as soft as cotton candy, with a natural soothing power.

The little boy sobbed, tears still clinging to his eyelashes, "I...I want strawberry ice cream, my mommy is gone." His voice was choked with sobs, his childish tone filled with helplessness, which instantly tugged at Jiang Zimei's heart.

Lu Mingze squatted down as well, the hem of his dark gray overcoat hanging down onto the cold stone pavement. He took a piece of fruit candy from his pocket, unwrapped it, and handed it to him: "Have a candy first, it'll make you feel sweeter. Do you remember what color clothes Mom wore?" His voice was deep and gentle, like the flickering flame in a fireplace on a winter's day.

The little boy, with a candy in his mouth, gradually calmed down: "Mom is wearing a red coat and has a bow in her hair." His little hands were tightly clutching the candy wrapper, his eyes still full of unease.

Jiang Zimei gently patted the little boy's back: "Mingze, let's split up and look for him. You go to the market entrance and ask the staff if there's an announcement. I'll take the little boy and look around the neighborhood." Her eyes were full of anxiety; she didn't want to waste a single moment.

Lu Mingze nodded, and before getting up, he carefully straightened the little boy's crooked scarf: "Don't be afraid, your brother will be back soon." His tall figure quickly disappeared into the crowd, his steps hurried yet steady.

Jiang Zimei held the little boy's hand; his small hand was icy cold and trembling slightly. They walked slowly along the market stalls, and Jiang Zimei would carefully observe each woman in a red coat they passed. At first, the little boy timidly hid behind her, but later, attracted by a wooden windmill turning at a stall, a hint of curiosity finally appeared in his eyes.

"Baby!" Suddenly, a cry rang out from the crowd. A young woman in a red cashmere coat pushed through the crowd and rushed over. Her hair was a little messy, and there were still traces of tears on her face. The butterfly brooch pinned to her chest swayed slightly with her hurried movements.

Upon seeing the woman, the little boy immediately broke free from Jiang Zimei's grasp and rushed towards her, crying, "Mommy!" The woman hugged the little boy tightly, tears welling up in her eyes again. As she kissed the child's forehead, she choked back sobs and said, "How could you run off like that? Mommy was so worried!"

The woman calmed herself down and led the little boy to Jiang Zimei. "Thank you so much! I really don't know what I would have done without your help taking care of the child." As she spoke, she took out a thick red envelope from her elegant handbag. "This is a small token of my appreciation. Please accept it."

Jiang Zimei quickly waved her hand, her slender wrist peeking out from the cuffs of her off-white sweater: "No need, no need! It's good that we found the child." Her smile was sincere and warm, like the warm sun in winter.

Seeing her resolute attitude, the woman took out a gold-embossed business card from her bag: "Then let's exchange contact information. I own a jewelry store in the city center. Feel free to contact me anytime if you need anything." Her eyes were full of gratitude, so Jiang Zimei had no choice but to accept the business card and softly say thank you.

Watching the mother and son walk away, Jiang Zimei breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, Lu Mingze rushed over, beads of sweat still on his forehead. "Did you find him?" he asked, reaching out to tuck a stray strand of Jiang Zimei's wind-blown hair behind her ear, his fingertips slightly cool. Jiang Zimei nodded. "I found him. Thanks to the candy you gave him, the little one stopped crying immediately." She teased with a smile, her eyes curving like crescent moons.

Lu Mingze scratched his head, his ear tips turning slightly red. "I just had a sudden inspiration." As he spoke, he naturally took Jiang Zimei's hand. "Let's go, let's continue our treasure hunt."

The two strolled around for quite a while, and Jiang Zimei ended up with several exquisite little items, including hand-painted bookmarks and fabric dolls. Lu Mingze, on the other hand, stopped in front of an oil painting stall, exchanging painting techniques with the stall owner, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

As the last rays of the setting sun bathed the market, the two walked back hand in hand. Jiang Zimei leaned wearily on Lu Mingze's shoulder; the faint scent of cedar mixed with the smell of paint on him made her feel exceptionally at ease.

"Although there was a little hiccup today, I'm still very happy." Jiang Zimei looked up at Lu Mingze's sharply defined profile and said.

Lu Mingze smiled and gently squeezed her hand: "Yes, I did two good deeds, so I feel even happier." His eyes were gentle and bright, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

As they passed a coffee shop, Jiang Zimei suddenly stopped. "I'm so tired. Let's go grab a coffee and rest for a bit." She blinked her big eyes, her gaze full of anticipation.

Lu Mingze nodded indulgently: "Okay, whatever my little princess says goes."

Stepping into the coffee shop, a warm atmosphere greeted them. The two chose a seat by the window; Jiang Zimei ordered a caramel macchiato, while Lu Mingze opted for an Americano.

"Do you think that little boy will remember what happened today?" Jiang Zimei asked, stirring her coffee and watching the steam rising from the cup.

Lu Mingze rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment: "Maybe. I hope that when he sees a red coat in the future, he will only think of warm memories." His voice was deep and gentle, and his eyes were filled with longing.

Jiang Zimei smiled, her smile sweeter than the coffee in her hand: "We should do more good deeds like this in the future to make this world a warmer place."

Lu Mingze reached out and gently took her hand: "Okay, I'll do whatever you say." His palm was thick and warm, giving her a sense of security.

Just then, the coffee shop door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes blew in. Jiang Zimei looked at the swirling snowflakes outside the window and suddenly remembered the daisy she had seen when she left home that morning. She turned to look at Lu Mingze, her eyes full of love: "Mingze, thank you for the daisy today, and for your company all this way."

Lu Mingze's face flushed slightly as he gently stroked Jiang Zimei's hand with his thumb: "Being with you makes me happy every day." His eyes were sincere and passionate, as if he wanted to imprint Jiang Zimei deep into his heart.

The snow outside the window fell heavier and heavier, and the coffee shop lights cast long, long shadows of the two people through the glass. On this cold winter day, they wrote their own romantic story with warmth and kindness. And in the future, even more beauty awaits them to discover and create.

After finishing their coffee, the two got up to leave. Jiang Zimei wrapped her scarf tighter, and Lu Mingze naturally pulled her into his arms, using his body heat to ward off the cold wind. They walked home step by step through the snow, leaving a long trail of footprints behind them, as if a testament to their love.

As Jiang Zimei passed by an orphanage, she stopped. Through the window, she saw the children playing happily inside. "Mingze, shall we volunteer here next time?" she asked, looking up with hopeful eyes.

Looking at her loving expression, Lu Mingze felt a surge of warmth in his heart: "Okay, I'll listen to you." He gently kissed her forehead, tender yet firm.

The two continued walking home, the snow falling heavier and heavier, snowflakes swirling and landing on their shoulders. Jiang Zimei suddenly stopped, writing "Lu Mingze + Jiang Zimei" in the snow, then drawing a large heart. Lu Mingze, watching her childlike act, smiled, bent down, grabbed a handful of snow, and made a snowball: "Watch out, I'm coming to ambush you!" A joyful snowball fight ensued, their laughter echoing in the snowy night, startling a few sparrows from the branches.

When they stopped, panting, they were covered in snowflakes. Lu Mingze gently brushed the snow off Jiang Zimei's head and pulled her into his arms. Jiang Zimei leaned against his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat and feeling the warmth of his body. "Mingze, I'm really happy today," her voice murmured in his coat, "not only because I'm with you, but also because I've helped so many people. It makes me feel so fulfilled."

Lu Mingze lowered his head and kissed the top of her head: "From now on, every weekend, let's go out together to find people who need help, okay?" Jiang Zimei raised her head, her eyes sparkling under the streetlights, and nodded heavily.

As night deepened, the city lights shimmered a warm orange against the snow-covered backdrop. Jiang Zimei and Lu Mingze walked hand in hand through the thick snow, leaving behind two intertwined footprints. On this cold winter night, they not only warmed the hearts of others but also deepened their love through kindness and tenderness.

(End of this chapter)