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[CN] Victor’s Heart in Flames Date (Eng Translation)

⌚Warning⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for a date, 心焰之约, that is yet to be released in the global server! ♡

[Translation under the cut]

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✧ [CHAPTER 1] ✧

MC: The flight leaves tomorrow morning at 8:30 am, and you will arrive at 2:00 am in the middle of the night… the duration of this business trip is also too long.

Beneath the warm yellow light of the bedroom, I carefully double-check Victor’s itinerary.

I can’t help but sigh softly at the thought of this unexpected intruder of a “trip” that disrupts the Valentine’s Day plans two weeks later.

I look up and am suddenly met with a pair of dark-colored eyes that are still damp with moisture.

Victor: Why are you sighing?

Victor has just finished his shower, the tips of his hair still a little damp. In the dim yellow light of the bedroom, his gaze is lowered toward me, gentle and focused.

MC: It’s certainly not because of the last-minute business trip insertion in a certain big CEO’s schedule.

I raise my head at him, shaking the itinerary in my hand.

MC: We previously agreed we would go to Lake Heart Island on Valentine’s Day for a vacation. But now, you suddenly have to go on a business trip.

MC: So, I…

Victor: [extremely indulgent tone] So, it turns out a certain someone is wearing a frown on her face because she is worried about this.

Victor muses to himself for a moment, speaking slowly.

Victor: This meeting is two weeks long. If I push it, it may not be impossible to make it back in time.

Seeing that he really seems to be pondering over this, I hurriedly wave my hand.

MC: That’d be too much of a rush for you. I’d rather that you be relaxed and attend the meeting.

MC: Also, Pudding is still waiting for Mr. CEO to work hard and buy new canned food for him!

I push down the little disappointment in my heart, laughing as I tease. But Victor’s eyes flicker regardless.

Victor: That’s a very considerate thought for Pudding, but what about you?

Victor: Given a certain dummy’s temperament, won’t you secretly hold a grudge about being “stood up” by me on Valentine’s Day like this?

MC: I’m a very sensible person, so I won’t be that petty!

Victor looks at my perked-up smiling face and pokes my cheek softly with his fingertip.

Victor: [interlaced with a melting smile] This smile that a certain someone has forcibly squeezed out is too stiff.

MC: …

MC: If I’m being honest, of course, I want to spend Valentine’s Day with you.

Seeing that Victor’s eyebrows are slightly lifted, I suddenly feel a little unconvinced and lean closer to him as I speak.

MC: But–– don’t you want to celebrate the festival with me?

MC: You don’t seem to have any particular reaction to this sudden insertion in your schedule?

Victor can’t help but let out a low laugh, raps my forehead, and pulls me towards the bed.

Victor: Not everyone is like a dummy, with all her emotions written brightly all over her face.

Victor: And regarding the reaction you need, haven’t you already done all of that for my part?

I’m about to retort again, but Victor’s gaze has already shifted to a book on the bedside that I’ve just finished reading.

Beneath the dim light, he opens the pages inside the book, which reflects the crooked reading notes I’ve left on them.

He stares at them for a while, the corners of his lips curling up slightly. I don’t know what has come to his mind, but he casually slips the book into his suitcase.

MC: Why are you taking my book with you?

Victor: The trip will be boring. Weren't you clamoring next to my ears before about how beautiful this book is?

Victor: It will be just the thing to kill time.

He wears his usual expression as he speaks, as though this is merely a spur-of-the-moment thing. I, on the contrary, blink in confusion.

I’ve recommended this book to Victor several times before, but he was indifferent. Why does he suddenly want to read it now?

But before I can take the time to think about it, my thoughts are thrown into disorder by the noise next to me. He holds me by the waist and brings me into his arms, and then lifts his hand to turn off the light.

In the darkness, a soft kiss lands on my forehead, just like it always does on every ordinary night.

Victor: [kiss] Sleep.

Victor: The next goodnight kiss will have to wait for two weeks from now.

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✧ [CHAPTER 2] ✧

MC: The cameras are already in place. We can now begin the interviews.

I give Willow an OK signal. She nods and directs herself in front of the camera facing the airport.

When the machines are being tested, Willow comes up to me.

Willow: Boss, you’ve been helping me out over here for three days now.

Willow: Today is Valentine’s. You should go and make a video call to CEO Victor and celebrate the festival together. Leave the scene to us.

I suppress the small disappointment in my heart, smiling as I shake my head.

MC: It’s no problem. CEO Victor is busier than I am, and is probably at some conference table “killing all sides” right now.

MC: I had nothing to do in the past two days anyways. So, I’ll provide more assistance to your program’s shooting.

Willow gives me such a look of gratitude as if words can’t express her thanks. With the microphone in hand, I step into the thin stream of the early morning crowd to start today’s shoot.

This program is an amateur variety show with random interviews on the street. Both the locations and interviewees are randomly selected.

Today’s question is to interview passers-by on how they would declare their love to the person they like, and the chosen location is the Loveland City Airport.

In a place where countless stories of encounters, reunions, and partings are played out every day, there are many strong emotions behind these stories that are fueled by distance and floundering.

This is precisely why we wanted to shoot today’s program on Valentine’s Day.

Passerby A: Declaration of love? I think it’s a very important thing. I specifically chose to come back today to proclaim my love to her!

Passerby B: Every time I see my boyfriend after traveling to faraway places, I always say, “I’ve missed you.” I think it’s the best way to say it.

Passerby C: You can’t hide your liking for someone, and you can’t hide your declaration of love either. When a person comes rushing to see you, you can see their proclamation of love just by looking into their eyes.

The interview process goes very smoothly, and it doesn’t take long for me to gather many fresh materials.

While adjusting the camera, I watch as the lovers look at each other and smile on the screen, and I can’t help but feel slightly lost in my thoughts.

The couples in the camera shots seem to be more open about conveying “I love you, I’ve missed you” and such words when faced with partings and reunions.

If… Victor were here, how would he answer this question?

I’m sure he will say, “Dummy is a dummy. How come she still needs to ask him such a simple question?”

As I think of this, I can already imagine the look of disregard on Victor’s face and can’t help but smile slightly, allowing my thoughts of longing for him to spill endlessly for a short while.

I wonder how his meeting is going at this moment? Would he be thinking about me in the cracks between work, just like I do about him?

However, the sudden clamor of voices in front of me draws my consciousness back to reality.

It’s probably the arrival of some flight, and the airport has already become very crowded while I wasn’t paying attention.

I stand up. As my gaze inadvertently sweeps over the stream of people, I suddenly freeze in place.

A figure I couldn’t be more familiar with emerges before my eyes–– it’s Victor.

The person I was longing for just a second ago has now appeared in front of me. My body is already ahead of my thoughts, and I involuntarily move my legs and run in his direction.

Why is he here? Did his work end early? Has he just landed, or has it already been a long time since he arrived?

Countless thoughts pop into my head, but I don’t have the time to mull over them. All I can think about is running to him quickly.

I trot over to Victor’s side. He is leaning back in the chair with his eyes slightly closed, and a hint of weariness can be faintly seen between his eyebrows.

The early morning sunlight filters in through the huge French windows, falling lightly on his eyelashes, the bridge of his nose, and his pursed lips.

He is attired in a black shirt, and a thick overcoat is draped over his shoulders. The suitcase is casually set aside. It looks as if he was in a rush to get back.

Right now, I don’t want to disturb Victor for a while. But as soon as my footsteps stop, Victor opens his eyes.

He glances at the microphone in my hand and doesn’t look surprised in the slightest, but rather as if he’s already been waiting for a long time.

Victor: Working on Valentine’s Day… it seems Producer MC is very dedicated to her work.

His tone is as casual as if it were simply an ordinary morning, as if the meeting between us has not crossed ten days and six hours.

Looking at the coming and going passers-by in the surroundings and the flight information at the exit, I open my mouth tentatively.

MC: CEO Victor, you shouldn’t be… especially waiting for me here, right?

Victor: A certain someone is working conscientiously, and I certainly wouldn’t be rash to disturb her.

He answers my question in an understated manner and suddenly shoots me a glance.

Victor: But, are you thinking that I shouldn’t be back so early?

MC: After all, you were preparing to go to a very important meeting when we were on video call last night…

MC: But now, you suddenly appeared at the Loveland City Airport at this hour. Don’t tell me that–– you–– went to catch a flight as soon as the meeting ended?

Victor lifts his eyes slightly, neither admitting nor denying.

The speculations that sprung up have now settled, and I feel a sweet sense of satisfaction flooding my heart.

MC: Ooh~ You’ve come back especially for me, to spend the festival with me, haven’t you?

In the face of my blatant probing, Victor is still economical with words as ever, getting up and picking up his suitcase.

Victor: [a little self-deprecating laugh] The work ended early, so I came back, that’s all.

Suspicious, I look behind Victor. None of the staff who accompanied him are here, and he himself appears travel-worn.

All these signs point to the fact that he returned to the country alone immediately after the meeting.

With this thought in mind, I’m suddenly tempted to tease him. Rolling my eyes, I point the microphone in my hand to the person in front of me.

MC: Since you are here, would you like to be interviewed as well, Mr. CEO?

Before Victor can say anything, I finish asking the question in one breath.

MC: I’m the program crew of the “Random Questions Challenge,” and we are having a special airport shoot here. Now, I’d like to invite CEO Victor to answer a question.

MC: When faced with the person he likes, how would CEO Victor declare his love?

Victor knits his brows into a frown as if he wants to refuse outright.

But seeing the expectant look on my face, he glances down at his wristwatch and then looks up at me again, his voice low and mellow.

Victor: At 6:30 am in Loveland time, I’m already standing in front of her. This is my answer.

My heart suddenly flutters at his answer, only to hear Victor’s voice resounding again.

Victor: I also have a question for Producer MC.

MC: Hm? What?

Victor: If I remember correctly, you are not in charge of this project.

Victor: So, you can consider whether you’d like to reschedule your today’s time and give it to me?

I subconsciously look at Willow, who is watching the scene excitedly from afar, and she repeatedly makes “OK” gestures to me. I look at Victor, the corners of my lips curling up.

MC: There’s no need to consider. My time has always belonged to you, most willingly.

Victor smiles and takes my hand in his, his long eyelashes haloing a small shadow under his eyes.

Victor: Then come with me, Big Producer.

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✧ [CHAPTER 3] ✧

Looking at the constantly speeding scenery outside the window, I turn my head to look at Victor for the third time.

MC: Is that meeting really not going to be affected? What about the follow-up conclusion? Have you sorted out everything, and…

Before I can finish my sentence, he taps me on the head with his free hand.

Victor: Since I was confident to come back, of course, these things have already been taken care of.

He pauses, speaking slowly as he stares straight ahead.

Victor: Instead of worrying about this, you should think about how we are going to enjoy the day later.

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We’ve already arrived at our destination in the midst of the conversation. I look up as I get out of the car and can’t help but stare blankly.

MC: This is… the Lake Heart Island?

As far as my vision expands, there is a lake reminiscent of a mirror, with picnic cloths, bouquets, wine, and desserts neatly laid out on the meadow by the lake.

Not far away, there are also balloons in the shape of flowers fluttering in the wind. Everything is filled with a romantic and festive atmosphere.

Victor: [extremely soft laugh] A certain someone’s anxiously longed-for vacation on Lake Heart Island has come true, so how come she is frozen here in a daze?

MC: You seem to have arranged everything again without me knowing a single thing.

MC: Happiness appeared too suddenly, so I’m a bit in a trance…

Hearing my words, Victor laughs softly.

Victor: Just this makes you happy?

Victor: Dummy, you don’t need to be so easily satisfied.

Victor: The things prepared here are more than what you see in front of you. Let’s walk further ahead and see.

With a smile on his face, Victor holds out his hand to me. The sunlight outlines his figure in a warm silhouette, and he seems to almost blend in with the landscape.

Everything that is happening before my eyes feels so sudden, but there is only one thing that I have no doubt about. Victor, at this very moment, is by my side.

I reach out my hand, covering his palm with mine.

MC: Then I must trouble CEO Victor. Please walk me through the inspection~

The emerald green meadows, the fluttering clusters of balloons, and the fiery wildflowers scattered as far as the eyes can see…

More and more scenery crashes onto my horizon, akin to a picture scroll slowly unfolding. But, I feel a little puzzled.

MC: When I looked at the pictures on the internet, I had the impression that the island wasn’t that pretty.

MC: Now, the meadows on the lakeside seem to have been trimmed, and there are balloons and colored ribbons hanging on the reeds…

MC: You were abroad before. How did you even have time to decorate here?

He shoots a glance at the swaying balloons in the distance, the traces of a smile flashing through his eyes.

Victor: Aren’t these all the bedtime wishes of a certain dummy?

I think back to the conversation with Victor the night before he left. My heart quivers slightly, as if Pudding is rubbing on it with his tiny paws.

MC: When did CEO Victor become my very own “wishing genie”~

MC: If I had known earlier that it would be effective, I would have wished for something else at the time.

Victor looks at me, seeming a little surprised.

Victor: What wish do you have that has not been fulfilled?

Victor: While your very own “wishing genie” is right here, say it.

His tone is natural. I think about it for a moment, then open my mouth meaningfully.

MC: I want to know, apart from arranging everything here today…

MC: Is there anything else you’d like to say to me?

MC: After all, we’re seeing each other again after being apart for ten days.

I quietly cast out the bait. But Victor gives me a deep, examining look, his gaze tracing over my cheeks.

Victor: [teasingly serious tone x1] It can be seen that you ate well and slept properly during this time.

Victor: [x2] I’m very relieved.

MC: …

Not hearing the words I want to hear, I feel a little angry. However, I suddenly catch a teasing smile sparkling in Victor’s eyes.

I let out “humph” twice and decide to make persistent efforts. Thereupon, I pretend to act shamelessly and drag Victor to sit on the grass.

MC: Victor, I’m a little tired. How about we rest here for a while on the picnic cloth?

Victor: [incredibly indulgent, teasing tone] Tired before walking even two steps? I think a certain dummy is craving the desserts here.

MC: It’s perfectly natural and justified for a dummy to crave desserts~

While saying this, I suddenly catch sight of a bottle of wine on the side and feel that it looks a little familiar. After uncorking the bottle, I take a sniff and immediately look at him in amazement.

MC: This fragrance… it seems a bit like that home-brewed wine we bought at the Rose Festival before?

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[Tidbits]: MC is referring to their “Rose All Day” date in EN; where they went to South America for the Rose Festival, and… ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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Victor takes the wine from my hand and pours it into a glass.

Victor: We didn’t get more than a few sips back then. Afterward, I found the shop owner and got the wine recipe after some twists and turns.

He hands me the wine glass overflowing with fragrance, his eyes carrying within them a little teasing.

Victor: But before I had a chance to introduce it, a certain impatient person had already opened it.

I take a sip of my wine, but hearing Victor’s words cause me to be slightly stunned.

MC: So, did you brew this bottle of wine yourself?

As I bite out these words in a cadence, Victor reaches over and pinches my face.

Victor: How come you’re drunk after just one sip?

MC: I’m not drunk, and you still haven’t answered my question yet.

Victor: With such an obvious answer, do you still need to ask me again?

As he says this, he unhurriedly pours himself a glass. The soft afternoon sunlight descends on his cheeks, reflecting the contours of his chiseled side profile.

Watching his leisurely appearance, I recall my series of “failed” attempts today, and I’m somewhat unable to contain myself any longer.

That little scuttling thought in the bottom of my heart drums on, making clamors.

I tilt my head back and take a big gulp of the wine. And just at the right moment, I reach out and hook my arms around Victor’s neck.

He reacts extremely quickly and holds me by the waist. By inertia, we both fall uncontrollably onto the grass together.

Thump––

The sweet scent of the meadow spreads to the tip of my nose, and I aim precisely at Victor’s lips, kissing them without letting up.

Amid the rich rose aroma of the wine, I have my wish fulfilled as I watch Victor’s eyes widen slightly.

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✧ [CHAPTER 4] ✧

I desperately try to pry Victor’s lips open, but I can’t seem to get it to work.

Just as I’m trying hard to find a gap with the tip of my tongue, I suddenly hear a soft laugh from the man underneath me.

He slightly loosens his tightly closed lips and teeth, while his other hand caresses the back of my head, forcing me to press even closer.

All of a sudden, the active one becomes him. The tip of his tongue softly brushes against my lips, inducing me to pass the wine into his mouth little by little amidst the intertwining.

It seems that he has also shackled my waist casually. Clearly, I’m the one who took the initiative for the action, but unknowingly at some point, it has entirely turned into him being the one making demands little by little.

Just when my thoughts are getting chaotic and misty, I quietly open my eyes and see his tightly closed eyes and well-defined eyelashes.

The tips of his ears are also flushed, which seem to have been warmed up from the kiss.

It’s said that people who involuntarily close their eyes during kissing must like the other person very much.

I feel as if I’ve been softly hit with something in my heart. I close my eyes and ferry the last of the wine into another soft spot as our lips and teeth tangle.

It’s not until the wine is completely consumed that I let go of Victor and straighten up my upper body.

His deep eyes gaze at me, seemingly a little moist, but there is a desire surging within them that he is patiently holding back.

I imitate Victor’s usual demeanor of remaining calm and collected, purse my moist lips, and look at him.

MC: …w-was the wine delicious?

Victor doesn’t answer me directly, but I suddenly feel a force behind my waist abruptly pulling me to his body.

Uncontrollably, I brace my hands against Victor’s chest and gaze at him intently, but I can’t help feeling a little nervous in my heart.

However, he is not in a rush to answer. Instead, he lifts his hand and runs his index finger over my lips, as if to wipe away the wine stains for me.

Only after completing all of his unhurriedly and methodically does he meet my gaze, his voice deep and low.

Victor: You gave me the wine. Of course, it tastes delicious.

Victor: But that’s not the main purpose of my rushing back today.

MC: What do you want to do then?

I stare at him wide-eyed, and he seems to confirm whether I’m a little soberer at the moment, his eyes stirring slightly.

The next second, the back of my head is cupped by his palm, pressing me close until I’m right in front of his eyes.

Before I can bring myself to react, I’m caught off guard and feel soft lips crushing mine as they run over my lips.

And then a warm object pries open my teeth, bringing with it an irresistible tenderness and allowing me to drown in this rose-scented ecstasy.

All my strength is slowly being drained from my body, and it’s only when my head is spinning that I feel him letting me off a little, enabling me to take a big breath.

Victor’s deep and low voice sounds next to my ear, and the breaths he exhales tickle my earlobe.

Victor: [whispering into your heart x1] That book of yours I took with me before on the business trip is a collection of essays on the scenery from different places.

Victor: [x2] I saw that you underlined all the places you liked and even wrote your own evaluation next to them.

I don’t understand why Victor suddenly brought this up, so I grunt a “hmm” in confusion and ask him a question.

MC: [blushing] So, did you see any places you liked in it?

Victor releases a low laugh, his finger pads caressing my neck with the greatest of yearnings.

Victor: [x3] After reading the various evaluations of a certain dummy, those places… all of them became dull.

Victor: [x4] They can’t be compared to one ten-thousandth of what I’m seeing now.

My heart suddenly skips half a beat. Blinking slowly, I look into those eyes that are still unruffled even now and speak in feigned surprise.

MC: So, it turns out that the scenery you’ve been longing for the most is the Lake Heart Island of Loveland City!

Victor: [literally chokes] …

Victor pauses speechlessly, nudging the tip of my nose.

Victor: [helplessly] Don’t ask a question you already know the answer to.

MC: I really don’t know what you’ve been longing for the most, unless… you tell me directly?

I hint meaningfully at Victor, and he seems to understand something, a smile brewing in his eyes.

Victor: What do you want to hear me tell you directly?

MC: Mr. CEO, don’t ask a question you already know the answer to.

Looking at my clenched fists, he suddenly laughs in spite of himself and opens his mouth unhurriedly.

Victor: [inadvertently lets his heavenly laughter spill] When a person likes someone, it’s not all conveyed by what they say, but rather by what they do. This is the simplest of truths.

MC: Of course, I know that. We’ve spent so much time together, and the things we’ve done for each other–– it’s enough to stand testament to our feelings for one another.

I pause, a little shy, and speak slowly.

MC: The fact that you could appear in front of me today is the best and the happiest gift I could’ve received.

MC: But every now and then, especially on special days…

MC: I also want to hear the most direct and heartfelt words from the CEO, who ordinarily doesn’t wear his emotions on his face.

MC: [blushing] Perhaps it’s because, in front of you, I’m becoming more and more greedy.

I stare straight into his eyes, and my cheeks are somewhat burning hot. The sunlight is reflected in Victor’s eyes, illustrating the dark-colored waves billowing within them.

After a while, he slightly tugs at the corners of his lips.

Victor: What you want, it seems, is something a little more direct.

MC: Mm. As expected, Mr. CEO has picked up on it.

Victor: I still haven’t fully comprehended it. I need the Big Producer to teach me again.

MC: …CEO Victor, do you require my teaching?

I deliberately lean closer to him, pouting defiantly. Victor looks at me, his fingertips gently brushing over my lips, his voice low and hoarse.

Victor: [overflowing roguish tone x1] Of course. I also have moments when I need to humbly ask for your guidance.

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[Tidbits]: The role-playing conversation here is a direct throwback to Victor’s Heart’s Content Date~ 𓆩♡𓆪

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Victor: [x2] Just begin… with what you want to say to me right now.

There is a certain seduction in his voice, and the warmth of his finger pads still seems to linger on my lips.

My heart skips a beat, remembering the kiss just now that caused me to be bedazzled and fascinated.

The many words that have churned my mind before, at this very moment, it seems I’ve been given the possibility to say them aloud.

MC: Then you aren’t allowed to dislike my childish words.

Victor: [in a heartbeat] When have I ever disliked you?

He asks me back in a very soft voice, with an earnest look in his eyes.

Looking into his serene eyes, I take a moment to organize my words before I summon the courage to speak in a low voice.

MC: [blushing] …Victor, you are the most unique and unmatched existence I’ve ever encountered in all my life.

I subconsciously lift my eyes to look at him as I speak. Seeing that his eyebrows are raised for a fleeting moment, I sheepishly assume that he will complain.

But a moment later, I hear Victor’s deep and low voice resounding slowly.

Victor: [incredibly solemn yet soft tone x1] MC, you are the most unique and unmatched existence I’ve ever encountered in all my life.

He follows me word for word, saying aloud what I’ve just said. My breathing suddenly comes to a standstill for a moment.

Those words seem to turn into some kind of magic, falling into my mind in a cluster of sparks that explode with a loud rumble, urging me to go on.

MC: [blushing] …you are also the most beautiful scenery to me.

I feel Victor’s fingers casually sinking into the gaps of mine, interlocking our ten fingers. And at the same time, he looks directly into my eyes, his gaze not concealing any emotions in the slightest.

Victor: [x2] You are also the most beautiful scenery to me.

I take a deep breath and finish my sentence, which originally wasn’t very long.

MC: So, Happy Valentine’s Day!

Victor: So, Happy Valentine’s Day.

Time seems to stand still for an instant. The sunlight charges across the meadow, landing on the corner of Victor’s eyes and the tip of his brows. And he looks at me, his eyebrows slightly raised.

He seems to be asking, “Is this the end?”

I open my mouth, but I’m unable to say anything more, feeling as the temperature of my cheeks ascends involuntarily, and my heart pounds more and more loudly.

Victor doesn’t say anything either, only stares at me quietly.

Under his focused gaze, all the courage I’ve mustered before seems to have vanished at this moment, and I lower my eyelashes a little shyly.

MC: [blushing] Victor, actually…

But before I can finish my sentence, I suddenly feel a hand clasping around my waist, pulling me closer to the man in front of me once more.

At the same time, I hear Victor’s low and hoarse voice.

Victor: [extremely™ soft sigh interlaced with laughter] MC, close your eyes.

I’m not sure why, but I close my eyes. In the darkness, my sense of hearing becomes sharper, and I can hear Victor’s breathing, along with his voice.

Victor: Dummy is a dummy. How come you still need to ask me such a simple question?

He says the exact same words as I expected him to, and I can’t help but slightly curl the corners of my lips into a smile.

Victor: Since you don’t understand, I will break it down word by word and tell you.

He pauses; his voice is low and mellow, reminiscent of wine.

Victor: I took your book with me on my business trip because I knew I would miss you.

Victor: It’s not all because of your words that I rushed back today.

Victor: It’s even more because I wanted to be by your side and spend this festival in the name of lovers.

He pauses for a moment, speaking slowly.

Victor: The answer to that question you asked me early in the morning–– now I can answer you again.

A light evening breeze seems to brush my face amid the darkness. And I don’t need to open my eyes to know that it must be a good time for the sunset glow to spread across the horizon.

My heart is also like the evening sunset, as if waiting to be ignited into blazing flames by Victor’s words.