The richest man's parents were kidnapped, and his adorable son captivated the entire family.

“I remember when you were little, you said that if you met a fairy, you would wish that you would never grow up, so that your mom and dad would never get old. Now it seems that you didn’t meet that fairy, so you didn’t have time to make a wish.”

Upon hearing this, Mengmeng's smile froze slightly, and she finally let out a deep sigh with emotion.

“Back then I was young and always thought I could have anything I wanted and that my parents would definitely give it to me. But now that I think about it carefully, you didn’t have an easy life back then either, yet you still tried your best to satisfy me. Was I very selfish?”

"You are your parents' most precious child. We are willing to do anything for you, as long as you are happy."

Xie Yumin reached out and hugged the person, comforting them in this way.

Halfway through the banquet, Jiang Minglang raised his glass to give a speech, his face showing emotion, and his tone was very serious and firm.

"Ten years ago, when we found Xiaoyang at the art museum, we never imagined he would be where he is today. We are grateful to 'Starry Home,' and especially to Mengmeng..."

Mengmeng was surprised to find this part, and smiled somewhat embarrassedly.

Amidst applause, Xingxing approached Mengmeng and gentlemanly extended his hand: "May I have this dance?"

Mengmeng blinked, placed her hand in his palm, but couldn't help lowering her voice, asking softly in a tone only the two of them could hear, "When did the autistic little prince learn to dance?"

“I learned it for you,” Xingxing replied softly, a gentle smile on his face. He never got angry at Mengmeng’s teasing, and then naturally led her onto the dance floor.

A smile appeared in Mengmeng's eyes, and she looked very happy.

The music was melodious, and Xingxing's dance steps were slightly awkward but exceptionally earnest.

Mengmeng noticed a faint scar beneath his wispy bangs, a barely perceptible glint flashing in her eyes as she recalled that incident from years ago.

Those were traces left by the amusement park incident. If it weren't for Xingxing, he might have died at the hands of those terrorists.

That's why Mengmeng believes even more in the importance of cause and effect.

If I hadn't saved Xingxing back then, I might have died there in the end.

"Are you really coming to the child psychology seminar next week?" Mengmeng asked softly, as if she had just remembered something, after pulling herself out of her thoughts.

Upon hearing this, Xingxing seemed thoughtful, frowned, and then nodded: "You said that my experience could bring hope to other children."

He paused slightly at this point, seemingly choosing his words carefully, "Actually... I applied for the special education program at the art college."

Hearing what the other person said, Mengmeng was momentarily stunned, then her eyes widened in surprise: "You want to be a teacher?"

"Hmm." Xingxing's ear tips turned slightly red, but her eyes held a determined look before she spoke again to explain.

"I want to help children like I used to be... Of course, if you feel..."

"That's amazing!" Mengmeng never expected the other party to make such a plan. She couldn't contain her excitement and reached out to hug him tightly.

"We can start a studio together! You teach art therapy, and I'll handle psychological counseling!"

By the dance floor, Gu Yinshen and Jiang Minglang exchanged a smile, both clearly aware of Xingxing's plan.

"It seems our retirement plans will have to be postponed," Gu Yinshen joked, then couldn't help but sigh slightly, but his eyes were full of admiration for the children.

"These two children still need financial support."

Lin Minmin, arm in arm with Xie Yumin, smiled broadly. "Remember their 'moon promise' from when they were little? It seems that promise will last a lifetime."

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with this. The two children can accompany each other through their lives, which is probably the luckiest thing for each other.”

As night deepened, the guests gradually departed.

Xingxing and Mengmeng slipped out of the hall and climbed onto the rooftop platform just like when they were little.

After the terrifying night in Switzerland, Gu Yinshen specially installed railings and comfortable lounge chairs here, turning it into a stargazing platform just for the two of them.

"Can I open the gift now?" Mengmeng looked at the gift box in her hand and couldn't wait to open the painting tube.

Xingxing sighed slightly, then nodded and watched as the other person unpacked the items.

The moment the canvas was unfurled, her breath caught in her throat.

It was a breathtaking picture of the starry sky.

The Milky Way cascades down, connecting two silhouettes embracing, the brushstrokes brimming with restrained yet profound emotion. The lower right corner is inscribed with "Eternity," signed "Moon View."

"This is..."

“My new name,” Xingxing pointed to the birthmark on her neck. “Grandpa said ‘Yuemi’ means meeting under the moonlight. I couldn’t think of a more suitable name.”

Upon hearing these words, Mengmeng was deeply moved, tears falling onto the canvas, but her face was full of smiles, indicating that she was in a very good mood.

I thought you'd forgotten that name...

“I remember every detail about you.” Xingxing gently wiped away her tears and patiently spoke again.

I remember your favorite rainbow candy, I remember your fear of thunderstorms, I remember you saying you'd be together forever...

A night breeze blew by, carrying the scent of cherry blossoms.

Mengmeng suddenly realized that, without knowing when, the tacit understanding between her and Xingxing had transcended friendship.

The fear of his disappearance, the joy born of his achievements, and the heart-wrenching pain of their separation.

Perhaps something was destined from the very beginning.

"Mengmeng." Xingxing suddenly knelt down on one knee and took a small velvet box from her pocket. "This isn't a proposal, I'm too young, but I want to formally..."

Inside the box was an exquisite moonstone ring, with the inscription "Moon Viewing and Rainbow" on the inner band.

"Would you continue to be my light?" Xingxing's voice trembled slightly, and she seemed a little nervous, but she still tried her best to calmly express what was on her mind.

"Not as friends, but..."

Mengmeng didn't let him finish speaking, and bent down to hug him tightly.

Under a sky full of stars, in front of the cherry blossom tree that witnessed all their growth, two once wounded souls finally found their final resting place.

The next morning, Xie Yumin found a note in the kitchen.

"We're going to Switzerland to relive our childhood! Don't worry, we'll be careful this time. — Love, Mengmeng & Xingxing"

Outside the window, cherry blossoms fluttered down like snow.

Xie Yumin smiled as she stuck the note on the refrigerator, next to which was the sketch that Xingxing had secretly drawn last night.

Two elderly people with white hair sit under a cherry blossom tree, surrounded by laughing children, with the words "Our Future" inscribed in one corner of the picture.

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