The daily life of a crazy female supporting character trying to redeem herself.

They had all chosen their hairbands, but Chen Cuo was still hesitating.

Chen Cuo only became anxious when Su Heng was about to take Liang Qing to the next location.

"Su Heng, don't rush off. Help me choose one first."

Su Heng retorted, "Just choose whoever the little rooster points to."

Then they continued chatting with Liang Qing about what to do later.

Song Zhiji picked out a Shiba Inu headband from the stall and tossed it to Chen Cuo, saying casually, "This suits you."

He followed Liang Qing and the others.

Chen Cuo had no choice but to accept the payment option chosen by Song Zhiji and follow their lead.

Su Heng was clearly a frequent visitor to amusement parks, and he chattered on and on about the attractions to Liang Qing. After his introduction, he asked, "Senior, would you like something more thrilling or something more relaxing?"

“Do you have any recommendations?”

"For something a little more relaxing, there are bumper cars and a carousel; for something a little more thrilling, there are drop towers and roller coasters. These are the most fun."

Liang Qing nodded, then turned to Song Zhiji and asked, "Zhiji, what do you want to play?"

"I also can."

Chen Cuo casually said, "Senior, you can also tell me what activities you like. We have an afternoon to play anyway."

Song Zhiji fell into a strange silence, and after a long while replied, "I've never been to an amusement park."

His words were actually quite normal, but his tone was strained, which made others feel inexplicably sad.

Liang Qing recalled Song Zhiji's childhood when he was neglected by his parents and tugged at his sleeve, "Then let's give it a try."

Her little gesture brought a smile to Song Zhiji's face. "Okay."

Seeing this, Su Heng also became strangely quiet, and no longer seized the opportunity to stab him as before.

The group used the fast lane and played several attractions in a row.

After they had done all the games, Chen Cuo suggested that they go to the haunted house one more time before leaving.

Liang Qing and Song Zhiji were both eager to try, but Su Heng's face was ashen.

He has a little secret that only he knows: he is terrified of ghosts.

But seeing how enthusiastic the other three were, he couldn't bring himself to say it and could only pretend to be calm.

When they arrived at the haunted house, the staff said that only two people could enter at a time, so the group decided to play rock-paper-scissors to choose who would enter.

Chen Cuo and Liang Qing guessed first, and Chen Cuo won.

Su Heng winked at Chen Cuo, hinting that he should choose him.

Although Su Heng was also reluctant to give up the opportunity to be alone with Liang Qing, it would be too embarrassing if he went into the haunted house with her and screamed in fear. So he had no choice but to reluctantly give up the opportunity.

At least with Chen Cuo, he doesn't have to maintain a certain image, and if anything happens, Chen Cuo can take care of him.

Chen Cuo gave him a reassuring look, and Su Heng nodded gratefully.

Just when Su Heng thought he would choose her, Chen Cuo shouted, "Senior Song, let's go together!"

Song Zhiji had already anticipated this the moment he lost the rock-paper-scissors game. Looking at the Shiba Inu headband on Chen Cuo's head, he childishly thought: "Baka is Baka."

Before leaving, Song Zhiji told Liang Qing, "See you when we get out."

Chen Cuo raised an eyebrow at Su Heng with a smug look on his face.

Su Heng: "..."

He really didn't know whether to blame him or thank him.

After Song Zhiji and Chen Cuo went in, the next group was Su Heng and Liang Qing.

Although Su Heng was afraid, he had no choice but to act.

Tell yourself: It's all fake, it's all fake, I must hold back and not show any fear.

After numerous hints, his voice still trembled uncontrollably as he spoke, "Senior, let's go."

Liang Qing and Su Heng entered the haunted house together.

The haunted house was dimly lit and cold, giving it a creepy feel as soon as you entered.

Although Su Heng was afraid, he still stood in front of Liang Qing.

When the first ghost appeared in front of Su Heng, he was so frightened that he almost screamed.

Suddenly remembering that Liang Qing was still behind him, he forced himself to hold it in.

Seeing that his arms were covered in goosebumps and his face was sweating, Liang Qing took a step forward and shielded him behind her, saying, "I'll go first."

"No way!" Su Heng swallowed hard. This ghost was so scary that he almost couldn't handle it. What if it frightened Liang Qing?

Liang Qing smiled and took out a tissue from her bag to wipe his sweat. "I'm not afraid of ghosts. Just follow behind me."

Su Heng was surprised that his fear of ghosts had been exposed so quickly, and said with a little shame, "Am I really useless?"

While wiping his sweat, Liang Qing said softly, "Everyone has things they're afraid of, that's normal."

In this cold, damp space, the warmth of Liang Qing's face when she touched his sweat was even more noticeable.

After recovering from his fear, Su Heng realized how gentle Liang Qing was towards him.

It turns out that what Chen Cuo said was true: as long as he treats Liang Qing well, Liang Qing will treat him well in return.

Su Heng couldn't see Liang Qing clearly in the dim light, but he followed the warmth on his face and grasped Liang Qing's hand, placing both hands on his face at the same time.

Su Heng said with some lingering affection, "Senior, your hands are so warm."

Liang Qing assumed he was just too scared and was holding her hand for comfort, so she asked in confusion, "Your hands are a little cold, are you too scared?"

Liang Qing knew that when people are under excessive nervous tension, their hands and feet would feel cold.

Su Heng gave a soft "hmm". Liang Qing's hand in his was so much smaller than his, yet so much warmer.

He shook hands briefly before intending to withdraw his hand.

Although he was reluctant to let go of Liang Qing's tenderness towards him, it would be too abrupt to continue holding her hand.

He released her hand, but as it hovered in mid-air, Liang Qing grabbed it.

Liang Qing's initiative made Su Heng's heart pound; he felt his heart was beating even faster than when he was scared by the ghost earlier.

He asked somewhat nervously, "Senior, what's wrong?"

Su Heng couldn't help but indulge in wishful thinking: Did his senior like him a little, just like he liked her, because she cared about him so much today?

If Liang Qing confesses her feelings to him now, wouldn't it seem too unreserved for him to accept immediately?

Just as he was daydreaming, Liang Qing calmly shattered his reverie.

Her voice was full of concern, "If you're scared, you can hold my hand."

Su Heng felt a little disappointed and shy when he heard that she was only worried about him and that it wasn't what he thought.

What was he thinking just now?

People are kindly concerned about him, but he only thinks about trivial things.

Su Heng himself had also wondered if it was okay for him to take advantage of Liang Qing's concern to hold her hand.

Because Liang Qing held his hand, it was clearly only to comfort him, while he held her hand, not just to seek comfort.

Despite all the thoughts in her mind, Su Heng honestly squeezed the hand in hers a little tighter, and even deliberately said in a trembling voice, "Okay, thank you, senior. I'm really scared."

Liang Qing said to him in a tone as if coaxing a child, "It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here."