I'm in Wuha, and the whole internet is shipping me and Song Yuqi as a couple.

The sea breeze howled across the beach, rustling the coconut leaves outside.

After Wu Zheng retreated to the camera's blind spot, the scene fell into absolute silence for half a minute.

A spotlight shone on the two-seater sofa in the center of the venue.

The red microphone on the small round table stood out conspicuously, its casing reflecting the cool white light.

Song Yuqi sat on the left side of the sofa, her hands folded on her knees, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the edge of her skirt.

Her heartbeat pounded louder and louder in her chest, each beat sending shivers down her spine.

Jiang Che sat to her right, sinking into the soft sofa back.

He didn't rush to grab the microphone, but instead turned his head and lingered on Song Yuqi's tense shoulders for two seconds.

Then, he stretched out his long legs, leaned forward slightly, and reached out his right hand to pick up the microphone.

With a soft "click," the switch was pushed up, and the red indicator light lit up.

In the outer area of ​​the Maza area, Deng Chao grabbed Chen He's thigh, so nervous that he didn't even dare to breathe.

"Ouch! Be gentle! The flesh is going to fall off!" Chen He winced in pain, but forced himself to keep the sound in his throat.

Lu Han sat on the bench, the potato chips in her hand hovering near her mouth, her eyes wide open, forgetting even to chew.

All eyes were on Jiang Che.

Jiang Che held the microphone and scratched the edge of the switch twice with his thumb.

"Director Wu asked us to say something we hadn't finished saying."

His voice carried across the entire beach through the speakers, as relaxed and unhurried as ever.

Song Yuqi leaned back slightly, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, her eyes full of vigilance.

She was afraid that he would drop a bombshell right from the start, leaving her completely devastated.

Jiang Che did not get straight to the point.

He rested his elbows on his knees, his gaze fixed on the beach ahead, speaking in a calm and unhurried tone.

"It's been more than three months since it was turned on."

Time flies.

He turned his head and his gaze landed precisely on Song Yuqi's face.

"There were a lot of people at the Liberation Monument in Chongqing that day."

Song Yuqi was stunned for a moment.

She had thought he would follow up on what Deng Chao and Chen He had just said and lay his cards on the table.

Unexpectedly, he started bringing up old grievances.

"This is our first time teaming up for a street mission."

Jiang Che's voice was very steady, and his tone was so calm that there was nothing wrong with it.

"You were standing at the bottom of the steps, your legs were shaking, but you still insisted on saying you weren't afraid of the dark and that you had to go get the clues by yourself."

Song Yuqi gently bit her lower lip.

She was actually terrified that day, but in order not to show her fear in front of the camera, she forced herself to act as if she was in complete control.

He saw right through it.

The comments section started scrolling wildly.

[My God, he remembers it so clearly!]

[Liberation Monument! That's the root of all evil, my fellow countrymen!]

[This lyricist's memory is amazing; he even noticed her leg shaking.]

Ignoring the frenzy in the live chat, Jiang Che twirled the microphone in his hand and continued speaking.

"Later I went to Wuhan."

"That night's late-night snack gathering."

He looked at Song Yuqi, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You and I are fighting over the last one on the plate."

Upon hearing this, Chen He, who was on the periphery, couldn't help but mutter something under his breath.

"That was clearly the one I wanted to eat! You two just snatched it from under my chopsticks!"

Deng Chao quickly covered his mouth and glared at him: "Shut up! Don't interrupt the spell!"

Jiang Che certainly heard Chen He's protest, but he didn't even glance at him.

"The way you looked at me back then, you were very defiant."

"They acted as if I would be breaking a cardinal rule if I didn't let them have the shrimp."

Song Yuqi's shoulders unconsciously relaxed a little.

The wariness in her eyes slowly faded, and a glimmer of light appeared.

The river breeze that night, the plate of bright red crayfish, and the tissue he handed me are all vividly etched in my mind.

He didn't use flowery language to express his emotions, nor did he shout slogans in front of 30 million viewers.

He simply took out the pieces of their memory puzzle, one by one, and placed them on the table.

"Then Seoul."

Jiang Che's voice softened slightly, and the sea breeze ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead.

He shook his head dismissively, his gaze fixed intently on Song Yuqi.

"The water curtain on the dome stage has very low water temperature."

"You were shivering from the cold on stage, but you still stubbornly refused to stop."

"Don't give me that stage effect nonsense."

Jiang Che paused for two seconds.

He raised the hand that wasn't holding the microphone and tapped his left chest with his fingers.

"I was standing in the audience watching you."

"It's quite uncomfortable here."

The audience was silent.

Not only the staff on site, but even the scrolling barrage of comments in the live stream chat briefly thinned out.

Song Yuqi felt her eyes well up with tears.

Of course she knew why he got angry that day, and why he dared to overturn the table with the director of Hanxing Group in front of so many people.

That was the first time she truly felt that she was being unfairly favored.

Jiang Che leaned forward again, closing the distance between the two.

"And the day I went bungee jumping."

As soon as those words were spoken...

The live stream's popularity skyrocketed to a critical level, and the server's data cable turned bright red.

Everyone knows what happened on the day of the bungee jump.

That unexpected moment, without any staged camera work or attempt to cover it up, is the ultimate belief for everyone who ships this couple.

"The wind was strong, the rope was swinging violently, and the feeling of weightlessness was very strong."

Jiang Che didn't mention any specific actions, but every word he said hit the nail on the head.

"In those few seconds, I wasn't thinking about the show's effect or the task at hand."

He looked into Song Yuqi's eyes, pronouncing each word exceptionally clearly.

"I just think that if you don't do some things now, you'll definitely regret it later."

Song Yuqi's eyelashes trembled violently.

She couldn't bear his direct gaze, and slowly lowered her head.

My gaze fell on my intertwined fingers, and the scene before me was already somewhat blurry.

The sound of the wind that day, the weightless heartbeat, and the warmth falling on my cheek all surged up like a tidal wave at that moment.

He remembers every detail.

He laid out all these details, leaving her no room to escape.

On the right side of the sofa area in the audience seats.

Dilraba sat quietly on the bench, watching the two people under the spotlight.

The night wind tousled her hair, and she raised her hand to tuck a few stray strands behind her ear.

She looked at Jiang Che's profile, at his determined yet patient demeanor.

Dilraba sighed.

The sigh was so faint that it was easily drowned out by the sound of waves crashing against the rocks.

She picked up the white thermos cup that was next to her and unscrewed the lid.

He tilted his head back and took a small sip of warm water.

The warm liquid slid down his throat, suppressing the resentment and obsession in his heart.

She knows Jiang Che too well.

This man usually seems indifferent to everything, but once he sets his mind on something or someone...

He has plenty of ways to trap the other party in his territory, making it impossible for them to escape.

She lost, and lost clearly.

Dilraba screwed the lid back on the thermos and put it back beside her, her expression returning to its usual calm.

This is her true farewell to this decade-long relationship.

Under the spotlight.

Jiang Che turned his gaze away from Song Yuqi's lowered head.

He flicked his thumb down, turning off the microphone.

The red indicator light went out.

He placed the microphone back on the small round table in the middle, and the glass tabletop made a crisp "click" sound.

Then, he extended two fingers, pressed them against the bottom of the microphone, and steadily pushed it in front of Song Yuqi.

"I've said what I needed to say."

Jiang Che leaned back on the sofa, crossing his arms over his chest.

His tone remained calm, yet every word struck a chord with Song Yuqi and resonated with the nerves of 30 million viewers.

"Song Yuqi, what about you?"

The whole world seemed to have fallen silent.

The live stream chat remained completely silent for a full three seconds.

No one posted any text, not even punctuation.

Three seconds later.

The screen was flooded with exclamation marks and question marks, completely dominating the entire screen.

Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! This is a million times more powerful than just saying "I love you"!

He's forcing her! He's forcing her to get through this on her own!

[Song Yuqi, say something!! Say something!! I'm so anxious!!]

This man is so cunning, so incredibly cunning! He gives you the choice, but you have absolutely no other option!

On the beach, even the sound of the wind seemed somewhat superfluous.

Behind the monitor, Wu Zheng was so excited that he kept slapping his thigh and gesturing to the cameraman, signaling for a close-up of Song Yuqi's face.

Deng Chao and Chen He gaped, their jaws practically dropping to the beach.

Everyone is waiting.

Waiting for an answer from Song Yuqi.

Song Yuqi looked at the red microphone in front of her.

The warmth of Jiang Che's palm still lingered on the outer shell.

Ten years of entanglement, ten years of unrequited love, ten years of cautiousness—all concentrated on this microphone.

Caught between a rock and a hard place, with no way to avoid it.

She slowly untied her hands, which were clasped together on her knees.

His chest heaved violently twice.

She stretched out her right hand, her fingers trembling slightly.

His finger traced a slow arc in the air, reaching towards the microphone.

The entire audience held their breath.

The finger hovered in mid-air, less than two centimeters from the microphone.

Song Yuqi raised her head, facing the blinding spotlight, and looked into Jiang Che's all-knowing eyes.

She opened her mouth.