Ai Jia didn't want his team in trouble but also didn't want to be the reason that someone else was unfairly punished so he turned to the third option. Enter Smiling the only girl that might have the guts to approach an enraged Chessman.
Her sacrifi...
Lu Sicheng sat in the VIP lounge of the arena, his expression one of mild disinterest. His mother, Madam Wang, had insisted on bringing him to this figure skating event, to spend some time with him. He sighed inwardly, as he tuned out his mother's rant.
Madam Wang cast a disapproving glance at her son. "Lu Sicheng, are you even listening to me?"
Lu Sicheng sighed, leaning back in his seat. "Mom, I told you, I'm busy. I don't have time for—"
"Always excuses!" Madam Wang interrupted, her tone exasperated. "You never take a break, never do anything that doesn't involve work. Sometimes I wonder if I gave birth to a human or robot. It is either work or games"
As she continued to complain, the lights in the arena dimmed, signaling the start of the next performance. Lu Sicheng's attention shifted, and he looked up at the rink with mild curiosity as his mother gasped at as the name was announced.
The lights dimmed, and the announcer's voice echoed through the arena, introducing the final performer of the night: "Yona Linghuo." The name didn't register with him, just another name in a sea of competitors but the noise level rose and his mother leaned forward in anticipation. He leaned back in his seat, preparing to endure another boring routine.
But then the spotlight illuminated the rink, and his attention was drawn to the lone figure standing in the center of the ice.
She was dressed in a striking prince-like suit, gold and white shimmering under the lights but what caught his attention was her hairs. Her long, flaming red hair cascaded down her back, contrasting vividly with her attire. As the first soft notes of music filled the arena, she began to move.
Lu Sicheng's boredom vanished in an instant as he stared transfixed.
Yona Linghuo skated with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly. Her movements were precise yet fluid, each gesture telling a story. She glided across the ice, her body weaving intricate patterns as if she were painting on a canvas. The theme of her performance, The Little Prince, became clear as she began to enact the story through her skating.
She portrayed the loneliness of the Little Prince, wandering from planet to planet in search of companionship. Each jump, spin, and turn was filled with emotion, conveying the depth of the story. When she depicted the Prince's encounter with the fox, her movements softened, becoming delicate and tender, as if she were cradling something precious.
Lu Sicheng found himself leaning forward, captivated by the her ability to bring the tale to life. The way she skated was not just a performance; it was a narrative, filled with nuance and meaning. Her red hair fanned out around her like a fiery halo as she executed a series of breathtaking jumps, each one landing with perfect precision.
As the performance reached its climax, she spun faster and faster, the arena holding its breath in anticipation. Then, with a final, graceful movement, she slowed to a stop, standing still at the center of the rink, her chest rising and falling with controlled breaths.
The crowd erupted into applause, but Lu Sicheng remained silent, his gaze fixed on the skater as she bowed and left the ice.
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A few days later, Lu Sicheng was packing for Korea, folding clothes and placing them into his suitcase with methodical precision. The TV played softly in the background, a distraction that barely registered in his mind as he focused on the task at hand.
He paused for a moment, reaching for the remote to change the channel. But as his finger hovered over the button, the image on the screen caught his attention. It was a figure skating competition—a recap of recent events. And there she was, the girl with red hairs from the ice rink, Yona Linghuo.
Intrigued, Lu Sicheng lowered the remote and turned up the volume. The scene shifted to an interview, where she was sitting calmly, answering questions from a reporter. Her red hair was unmistakable, though now she wore it in a high ponytail that went past her hips, her eyes were dark brown eyes shining with a quiet intensity. She looked like a little doll standing there clad in her uniform.
"We must not forget the child within us," she said, her voice soft yet firm. "It is that child who sees the world with wonder, who understands the importance of love, friendship, and the ties that bind us together."her voice echoed in his thoughts as he finished zipping up his suitcase, ready for the journey ahead.
A week later, in Korea, Lu Sicheng was immersed in the rigorous training that came with being part of a professional eSports team. The time had come for him to choose a character to master. He scrolled through the options but none of them felt right. As his finger hovered over the screen, the memory of Yona Linghuo's performance flashed in his mind especially her flaming red hairs.
"Without that child, we are lost," her voice whispered in his mind again.
He stopped on a character: the Fire Kirin. A character in the shades of red; red like fire; red like the hairs of the little fire fairy in the ice ring
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Yo!
So recently I have gotten interested in the drama Falling into your smile and couldn't resist writing my own version of it. Hope you all enjoy and like it. Once again refrain from stealing someone else work.
