When the Wind is Sweet: The Fairy Tale of Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster-Chapter 574: A Romantic Night

Dustin Shepherd let her get in the car first, then he went to the supermarket himself.

Soon, he bought her dried mango and a sports drink, handing them through the front passenger window.

Then he walked around the car, got into the driver’s seat, and started the car to leave.

Throughout the ride, Serena Sutton was not nervous at all; instead, she felt a bit of anticipation.

Because she had never experienced watching stars from a mountain top.

She entrusted her safety to him, willing to follow him, even in the middle of the night and on snowy days.

However, Dustin Shepherd, had no intention of taking her up the mountain to see the stars due to the danger of the snowy weather.

He only planned to take her to walk by the riverbank; the mention of seeing stars was just to test her response. He had received the answer he wanted and felt deeply touched.

Inside the car, the song "La Vie en Rose" was playing (from the author’s comment: the reading software doesn’t understand spacing, so silly).

The romantic atmosphere was instantly heightened by several degrees.

The gist of the Chinese lyrics is—

A part of attachment, a part of tenderness, hence the endless searching in this lifetime, thus meeting by chance, thus separating and reuniting, my heart hopes...

In such a romantic atmosphere, he couldn’t help but hold her hand again, intertwining their fingers, weaving warmth between their palms.

After a moment, the car came to a stop.

The girl turned her eyes to him, "What’s wrong?"

"Get out, we’ve arrived."

She looked puzzled, she hadn’t even seen the mountain!

Serena Sutton watched as he unbuckled his seatbelt. She also picked up the bag of snacks and got out of the car with some confusion.

This was the riverbank, with streetlights casting a warm and gentle glow.

From the back seat of the car, Dustin Shepherd took a pre-prepared trench coat and draped it over her shoulders, then adjusted the ties at the collar.

Serena Sutton, holding a packet of dried mango, asked with some surprise, "Not going to the mountain anymore?"

"Walk in the snow and admire the moon, by the riverbank." He gently tapped her nose with his finger, "Can you learn to protect yourself? It’s very dangerous to go up the mountain in this weather."

Serena Sutton watched him step onto the river embankment and came to her senses, following him.

Underfoot was pristine snow, and lifting her eyes could see the bright moon, making the night both tranquil and beautifully indifferent.

They walked along the steps to the river embankment, with the river railings waist-high, and the river surface glimmering.

The snow under the moonlight was incredibly beautiful; the moonlight pouring onto the earth added a touch of whimsy.

Dustin Shepherd looked at her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

Serena Sutton, strolling along, turned to him, offering him a piece of dried mango, "Want to try?"

Dustin Shepherd opened his mouth, the scene picturesque, "I want to hear you sing ’La Vie en Rose’. "

"Can you understand the lyrics? Understanding them will double the romance tonight."

"I can."

Thus, Serena Sutton began to sing softly... truly lyrical, serene, and pleasing.

The gist of the lyrics is—

Let a passionate Chapter flow away with time and return to the beginning, my heart hopes, let past life’s bonds extend to an eternity countless lifetimes away, never forget even in the coldest and darkest valleys, as long as you return what’s mine, I’ll give you back the most fervent thing, this love never wanes...

He wrapped his arm around her shoulder, as she softly sang the famous French song.

Their silhouette, gradually fading... the scene romantically picturesque.

The same night, Kylie Fletcher, who filmed all day, finally returned to her residence. She took a shower and sat on the sofa by the window, gazing at the moon outside, thinking of Byron Moss.

She took out her phone and glanced at the time, it was very late...

But her heart couldn’t hold back, so she edited a message—Are you busy today?

She gently pressed the send button.

A minute passed, two minutes passed, five minutes passed, there was no reply from him.

The night deepened.

She carried a slight sense of loss, along with the fatigue of filming all day, drank some warm milk and went to bed.

Outside the window, snow began to fall... the whole world turned tranquil.