As we stepped out, I naturally took her hand in mine. Her hand, delicate and soft, rested comfortably in my palm. I could feel her fingers gently curl, intertwining with mine. As we walked, I would occasionally glance at her, and she would always respond with a radiant smile. Whenever a breeze passed by, her hair fluttered in the wind, and I would carefully tuck it behind her ear.

Arriving at the restaurant, I pulled out her chair and waited for her to sit before gently pushing it in. As we ordered, we inquired about each other's preferences and, together, chose the dishes we both loved. I remembered she adored ribs and made sure to ask the waiter for extra.

Throughout the meal, I would attentively serve her food, and she, ever thoughtful, placed my favorite dishes before me. Our gazes met, filled with affection and warmth, as though the entire world had faded away, leaving only the two of us. She took a bite, and a bit of sauce lingered at the corner of her mouth. Smiling, I gently wiped it away with my finger, and she playfully stuck out her tongue in embarrassment.

After the meal, we walked hand in hand through the streets. She spotted a cotton candy vendor, her eyes lighting up as she tugged at my hand to hurry over. I quickly bought one and handed it to her. She delighted in the sweet treat, sugar strands adorning her lips. I chuckled and wiped it away, and she teasingly remarked that I resembled a parent caring for a child.

We passed by a jewelry shop, where she picked up a beautiful hairpin and tried it on. She gazed at herself in the mirror, her eyes shining with affection. Watching her, I sincerely said,"Darling, this hairpin suits you perfectly. You should buy it." She beamed and kissed me.

In the park, we found a quiet bench to sit on. She rested her head on my shoulder, and together we watched the stars above. The twinkling stars seemed to bless us, their soft glow illuminating the night sky.

On the way home, she grew tired, and I carried her on my back. She giggled, feeling as though she were the happiest girl in the world. I could feel her warm breath gently brush against my neck, a sensation that soothed my heart.

I thought to myself, we would find a way to overcome any obstacles in our path, and we would remain happy together, forever.

The next day, Saturday, we had no work. The sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in its warm glow and slowly rousing us from our dreams. Outside, the birds had already begun their morning song, their cheerful chirps blending with the soft whisper of the breeze, as if reminding us that a new day had begun.

"Darling, wake up! We're going on a day trip to the countryside!" Celeste's voice was filled with excitement as she gently nudged me, a bright smile lighting up her face.

I rubbed my eyes and stretched, basking in the warmth of the sun."Alright, let's get ready to go," I responded with a smile, my own heart filled with anticipation.

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After a quick tidy-up, we packed our bags and walked hand in hand out the door. The morning air was refreshingly crisp, the streets quiet, with only a few cars passing by, sending gentle breezes our way. Side by side, we walked, our steps light, as if each stride brought us closer to a world of beautiful possibilities.

Arriving at the foot of the mountain, the sight before us took our breath away. The lush, green peaks shimmered under the sunlight, alive with vitality. Mist, like gossamer, draped over the treetops, creating an ethereal atmosphere. Celeste's eyes sparkled as she tugged at my hand, her excitement palpable."Ryan, this mountain looks so beautiful! Let's climb up and see the view!"

I couldn't help but smile at her enthusiasm."Alright, but be careful, don't run too fast, or you might trip," I gently reminded her.

"Don't worry, I'm quite capable!" Celeste said, tapping her chest with confidence.

We ascended the winding mountain path, surrounded by the melody of birds singing joyfully in the trees, while a gentle breeze rustled through the leaves. The wildflowers by the roadside bloomed in a riot of colors—crimson as fire, soft pink like dawn, white as snow—emitting fragrant scents that filled the air. In the distance, the mountain peaks stretched in undulating waves, resembling a great dragon coiling its mighty body.

"Ryan, look at this flower, it's so beautiful!" Celeste bent down to pick a wildflower from the roadside and carefully tucked it behind her ear.

"Yet it looks even better when you wear it," I replied with a smile, my eyes filled with affection.

"Haha, of course!" Celeste laughed happily, her laughter as clear and melodious as the sound of a bell.

As we climbed, Celeste's pace gradually slowed. Beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her breath became more rapid.

"Ugh, I'm so tired," Celeste gasped, a hint of weariness crossing her eyes.

"Come, let me pull you along, just a little longer. We're almost at the rest pavilion halfway up the mountain," I said, reaching out to take her hand and gently encouraging her.

"With you by my side, I feel like I can keep going," Celeste replied, gripping my hand tightly, a sweet smile curving her lips.

"Look at the trees on this mountain, they're so green, and the air is so fresh. Let's take a deep breath," I said, walking beside her, attempting to distract her.

"Yes, but it's a bit tiring to climb," Celeste murmured, furrowing her brow with a touch of helplessness.

"Hang in there, once we reach the top, the sense of accomplishment will be so different," I continued, offering encouragement, silently admiring her perseverance.

"Alright, you go ahead, I'll follow you," Celeste said, nodding, her determination reigniting in her eyes.

As we climbed further, Celeste's steps grew heavier, and finally, she plopped down on the ground, pouting, "Oh, I really can't go any further."

Seeing her helpless expression, I couldn't help but laugh. "Come, I'll carry you for a bit." I crouched down, gesturing for her to climb onto my back.

Celeste furrowed her brows, a hint of gratitude in her eyes, but she shook her head. "No, you're tired too. I don't want to make it harder for you."

"It's alright, I still have strength left. Get on," I insisted, my tone firm and unwavering.

After a moment's hesitation, she finally gave in. "Alright, just for a little bit," she said, and gently climbed onto my back.

"Hey, darling, are you a bit heavier than I remember?" I teased, a mischievous smile playing on my lips.

"You're the heavy one! Don't talk about me," Celeste said with a playful tap on my shoulder. Though she said this, her voice carried a note of affectionate reproach.