You Are the Cinnabar in My Heart

The Children Flying Kites

Lily couldn't help but laugh again. After her amnesia, it felt like she had returned to the early days of their relationship with James Carter. Even the feelings she had at this moment were strikingly similar.

The next day was beautiful, and James Carter suggested going out for a walk. He asked Chris Cloud to prepare a wheelchair and took Lily outside.

The spacious lawn downstairs was filled with hospital patients enjoying the sunshine.

Even though the sun was shining brightly, Lily, sensitive to cold, was still dressed in many layers and wore a hat. Looking at the crowd, she turned to James, "Carter, am I wearing too much?"

"Hm? What did you call me?" James squatted in front of Lily, his eyes smiling as he looked at her.

Since Lily's memory loss, James had asked her to call him by a different name. Whether out of habit or something else, Lily seemed unable to change it subconsciously.

Lily shyly bit her lip, embarrassed by those words, "Hus... band."

"Hm? What did you say? I can't hear you." James leaned closer, pretending to listen more attentively.

"Husband," Lily said, a little annoyed yet coquettishly.

James didn't tease her further but held Lily's hands and laughed softly, "No, it's not too much. It's just right. You are still weak and need to take good care of yourself."

He wouldn't have let Lily come out if it weren't for the excellent weather.

Laughter rang out suddenly from ahead, innocent and bell-like.

Lily saw three children flying kites together, each trying to see whose kite could fly the highest.

"Little Tao, you've lost. You have to treat us to KFC when we're discharged," said the taller kid, whose kite was flying the highest.

"Yeah, I've written it all down in my diary. You lost to me at playing cards last time, and you still owe me two bags of spicy strips," the shortest child, whose kite was the second highest, added, holding up two fingers.

"It's not over yet, and you're already assuming I've lost? Hmph, Little Jie, I haven't forgotten about those two bags of spicy strips; there's no need to write it down. And I will win this time. You'll have to treat me to KFC, and each of you owes me five bags of spicy strips," Little Tao, clearly not conceding, was trying hard to get his kite higher than the others.

"That's not losing? What is then? Look, time's up, and your kite is still the lowest," the taller kid remarked.

"Exactly, look how far ours are ahead of yours," the shortest kid chimed in quickly.

Little Tao pulled too hard in his haste, and the string broke. His Superman kite flew away, and he burst into tears.

Seeing Little Tao's kite fly away, the other two kids ran over to him. The taller one, acting like a little adult, said, "My mom said men shouldn't cry easily. Here, take my kite, don't cry. I'll treat you to KFC when we're discharged."

The shortest one also handed his kite to Little Tao, "Mine too, don't cry. I'll treat you, and you don't have to give me the spicy strips."

Tears still on his face, Little Tao looked pitifully at them, then wiped his tears, "Hmph, I wasn't crying. Sand got in my eye. My mom said to keep promises. Since I lost, I'll keep mine. KFC and spicy strips, you won't miss any."

After a few seconds of silence, they laughed at each other.

Just then, their parents called them from not far away. They gathered their kites and ran over.