The innocent and sweet girl turned red at first glance, shattering her abstinent and domineering per

When Wen Song and Wen Miaomiao got to the project, they realized that Han Qingya had chosen the carousel.

Last night's dream, the scene of Wen Miaomiao disappearing on the pony, was still vivid in my mind. Wen Song pulled Wen Miaomiao, not letting her get on, saying, "This is a bit boring, why don't we stop playing?"

Wen Miaomiao, however, was quite interested. "Miss Wen, don't be such a spoilsport. This may not be technically difficult, but the photos turn out great. How about this, if you don't want to play, you can just take pictures of me from down here, right?"

As she spoke, she called to Han Qingya, who was following behind, "Aunt Qingya, let's go up together."

Han Qingya was caught off guard by being called "Auntie," and her expression froze for a moment. But then she remembered that she had called Lu Zhiheng "Little Uncle," so it didn't seem so hard to accept. "Okay."

She smiled and looked at Lu Zhiheng, "Zhiheng-ge, do you want to play?"

She was just joking, and she knew that someone like Lu Zhiheng wouldn't be interested in such a childish project.

As expected, she was rejected by Lu Zhiheng, who said, "You guys have fun."

As the music began, the carousel slowly began to rotate around the central column.

Wen Song was so focused on Wen Miaomiao on the pink unicorn that she didn't notice that there was someone else beside her.

"My schedule with Han Qingya was arranged by Zhu He, and I was unaware of it beforehand."

Lu Zhiheng's sudden remark interrupted Wen Song's attention. She briefly withdrew her gaze from Wen Miaomiao and realized that Lu Zhiheng might be explaining why he had refused her invitation and then came to the amusement park with Han Qingya.

"It's alright, Uncle. Actually, I'm the one who should feel embarrassed for disturbing you and Miss Han."

Lu Zhiheng's gaze fell on the top of her fluffy head. "I didn't bother you. We're just out having fun anyway."

Just then, Wen Miaomiao and Han Qingya turned around and stood in front of them. Han Qingya smiled and waved to Lu Zhiheng, "Brother Zhiheng, could you take a picture for me?"

At this moment, Wen Song also took the opportunity to snap a picture of Wen Miaomiao.

Lu Zhiheng raised his phone, but the camera framed the back of the girl in front of him.

His finger pressed the shutter button uncontrollably. When the music stopped, Han Qingya got off her horse, eager to see the photos Lu Zhiheng had taken of her. But he solemnly declined, "Sorry, my skills are terrible, the photos are blurry, and I didn't save them."

Congratulations from a few steps behind him: ...?

Mr. Lu, did you not take a picture?

You're clearly photographing Miss Wen.

Shaky hands are understandable, but what does lying mean?

Fortunately, Han Qingya wasn't too disappointed. "It's okay, there are other projects later. Just don't shoot blurry photos next time."

As the group left the carousel and walked onto the scenic road, they came across a parade of floats. Wen Song was watching intently when Wen Miaomiao suddenly noticed some glowing headbands for sale at a nearby stall. She pulled Lu Zhiheng over and said, "Uncle, can you help Sister Song choose one?"

Lu Zhiheng knew nothing about these girly things and had never encountered them before, but when his eyes swept over the pink bunny ears, he subconsciously felt that they were very suitable for Wen Song, and casually pointed to one, "This one will do."

Wen Miaomiao bought herself a pair of black cat ears and gave Han Qingya a red bow. Wen Song was watching the little elves dancing on the float with her back to them when something inexplicably appeared on her head. She subconsciously reached out to touch it, but accidentally touched the switch on it. The glowing rabbit ears swayed gently from side to side, making her look even more playful and cute.

"Hey, be careful not to knock it over."

Wen Miaomiao took a picture of Wen Song and showed it to her, saying, "Your uncle has good taste; this bunny ear headband suits you quite well."

Looking at the adorable headband on the screen, Wen Song couldn't believe that Lu Zhiheng had chosen it for her, and a flush rose to her cheeks.

Han Qingya chimed in, "Zhiheng made a great choice. I think this red bow suits me very well too."

Wen Miaomiao burst her pink bubble with a single sentence, "Aunt Qingya, I helped you choose that headband."

Han Qingya: ...

After playing on four or five attractions in the park, Han Qingya felt bored and asked to leave.

Congratulations! He took the initiative to step forward and report the upcoming itinerary to Lu Zhiheng. "Mr. Lu, I have already made a reservation at Jiangyuan Hotel. After you and Ms. Han have lunch, you can head to the pier and catch the boat tour on the river."

"Taking a boat trip on the river?"

Wen Miaomiao looked very interested. "I heard the scenery on the river is quite nice. I've never been there before. Uncle, could you take me and Sister Songsong along?"

Lu Zhiheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he was about to respond when Wen Song, who was standing to the side, preemptively refused: "We won't go. I get a little seasick, and going would only spoil everyone's fun. Uncle, you and Miss Han should just enjoy yourselves."

Lu Zhiheng could tell that Wen Song was deliberately making excuses to avoid going. He actually had a hundred reasons to persuade her to go with him, but he swallowed the words back before he could say them. "Fine, since she gets seasick, going will only make her suffer."

No sooner had they left than Wen Miaomiao put on a stern face. "Wen Song, what's wrong with you? I've been going to all this trouble to create opportunities for you, and what do you do? Not only do you not help, you deliberately sabotage us!"

Wen Song had her own considerations. "Miao Miao, I don't know what you mean by me actively pursuing Lu Zhiheng, but right now, I really don't have those feelings for him. Today, my uncle specially came to entertain Miss Han, and it's really inappropriate for us to be so eager to get close to him."

"I think you're just worrying too much. All you do is complain about this and that."

Wen Miaomiao grew angrier and angrier, then stormed off in the opposite direction from Wen Song, yelling, "At this rate, you'll never win over Lu Zhiheng!"

As soon as she finished speaking, her head suddenly spun, and then everything went black.

Wen Miaomiao was angry, and Wen Song felt wronged as well.

She really didn't want to argue with Wen Miaomiao about things like this every time, especially after learning yesterday that she would leave her sooner or later. She just wanted to cherish every day she spent with her.

Her chaotic thoughts weighed heavily on her chest, but she was even more worried about Wen Miaomiao. Helpless, she took a step and hurriedly chased after her in the direction she had left.

But the next moment, the scene that came into view made her blood freeze instantly.

Wen Miaomiao, who had been walking forward angrily, suddenly froze and fell to the ground without warning, becoming completely still.

The emergency stretcher wheels rolled rapidly down the hospital corridor, the ear-piercing sound carrying a sense of tension that struck right to the heart. Wen Song followed the medical staff, running quickly all the way, watching helplessly as Wen Miaomiao was swiftly taken into the emergency room.

Every minute and second of waiting outside the door was extremely agonizing, with the image of Wen Miaomiao's pale and ashen face replaying repeatedly in his mind.

A tremendous worry gripped Wen Song's heart; she gripped her fingertips tightly, filled with remorse.

If she hadn't argued with Wen Miaomiao just now, she might not have suddenly gotten into trouble. Self-blame and worry piled up, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

The emergency room doors opened, and a doctor quickly approached her. "Are you a patient's family member? Didn't you know she has a heart condition? How could you take her to an amusement park? Isn't that ridiculous?"

heart disease?

Wen Song's mind went blank for a moment, her body froze on the spot, and her voice trembled as she shook her head frantically: "Doctor, I...I have absolutely no idea, I've never heard her mention it before..."

The doctor shook his head helplessly, his tone somewhat grave: "Go to the front desk to pay the fees and complete the admission procedures. Although the patient has been temporarily saved, he needs to stay in the hospital for observation and monitoring, and will need to undergo detailed cardiac function tests later."