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    The police siren faded into the distance, and the ck Maybach also drove into the night.


    The scandal’s full impact would take time to unfold. By the time Olivia and the others woke up tomorrow, they would find far worse than tonight’s nightmare awaiting them.


    But as the backup n she had arranged began to stir, eager to strike, Natasha could savor a fleeting moment of victory, a brief, quiet triumph before the storm.


    The driver dropped Natasha and Alexei off by the riverbank, then drove off to fetch a pile of grilled food and drinks.


    Although he couldn’t understand the two’s down–to–earth preference, since they wanted a romantic experience, he could only respect it.


    Pedestrians were already sparse at this hour. Natasha led Alexei to a riversidewn, and the wo sat directly on the ground.


    Before getting out of the car, Alexei brought his suit jacket. He could sit on the grass himself, out only afterying his suit jacket on the other side did he let Natasha, who was wearing a iress, sit on it.


    Without a doubt, this jacket, worth tens of thousands of dors, would be ruined tomorrow.


    Natasha looked at the suit jacket, then at his shirt and trousers that were so out of ce for he setting, and couldn’t help butugh out loud.


    She said, “I thought with your cleanliness obsession, you’d refuse my offer.”


    Facing her deliberate teasing, Alexei slightly raised his eyebrows, a rare sense of ease on his ace as he said, “When I was rolling around in the jungle, you were still building sandcastles by the shore.


    To survive, there was nothing he hadn’t done. Blood and dirt were once the most familiar imells to him, and cleanliness was merely a preference when conditions allowed.


    Natasha nodded.


    Alexei, though born into privilege, wasn’t pampered in his daily life. He was very self- sufficient, and aside from being fastidious about his sleeping environment, he was almost the perfectpanion.


    She slowly shifted, moving her bottom to the edge of the suit jacket and leaving ample space, She then reached out, hooked Alexei’s pinky finger, and chuckled. “But I don’t want you


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    ‘My “little rose” had shed her thorns, bing soft, delicate, and fragrant, Alexei thought happily. ‘She would feel sorry for me, not wanting me to go back and cook, and would obediently give up most of the seat for me.‘


    Alexei felt his fingertips tingling.


    “Oh!” Natasha gasped, feeling her body suspended for a second. Then, she wasn’t sure how he had done it, but suddenly he was sitting on the suit jacket and she was in hisp.


    “Doesn’t sitting like this save more space?” Alexei asked.


    Warm breath fell on her neck, and Alexei’s voice was low and teasing.


    Natasha stared wide–eyed and said, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, and don’t me me if your clothes get stained by the foodter.”


    Being pressed together is one thing,‘ Natasha thought. ‘But is this the right way to eat grilled food?‘


    Alexei paused his movements, then chuckled resignedly for a moment before pinching her cheek.


    What a realist Natasha is,‘ he sighed in amusement.


    Taking advantage of his long arms, he wrapped an arm around her and opened the takeout box in front of them.


    Meanwhile<i>, </i>Natasha repeatedly tried to escape his embrace, watching him cautiously, afraid he might dirty her dress.


    Alexei smiled. ‘So who’s the real clean freak here?‘


    But the more she tried to run, the more Alexei insisted on holding her tight in his embrace.


    Alexei’s suit jacket, smooth beneath them at first, got twisted into a crumpled mess due to their struggle.


    If the driver were still here, he would surely sigh with satisfaction. ‘Mr. Turner and his future wife are truly having a good time!


    Indeed, they even made ordering takeout fun.


    Given the unique nature of the food, and after themb skewer nearly poked them, the two finally decided topromise.


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    Natasha told Alexei to sit upright on the suit jacket on the ground with his legs straight and together.


    She patted his sturdy legs, then plopped down with satisfaction.


    ‘Excellent! We’re sitting together, yet maintaining a distance, Natasha thought.


    Alexei propped his hands behind his back, leaning back casually and letting her do as she pleased.


    After Natasha sat down, he maliciously lifted one foot, raising her like a seesaw.


    Then Natasha threw a minor tantrum.


    A soft hand patted his leg, apanied by a re. “Alexei, don’t be childish.”


    Alexei let out a soft, amused hum.


    Perhaps after years of umted grievances finally came to light, Natasha was in a good mood today.


    The driver thoughtfully bought drinks of various brands and vors, and while eating grilled food, Natasha enthusiastically and curiously unwrapped them.


    She drank the good ones herself. As for the rest, she took a sip and tossed it to Alexei.


    Alexei was like a bottomless pit when it came to drinking. He never got drunk, so he didn’t refuse any drinks she handed him.


    He was a diligent and responsible drinkingpanion.


    By the time empty bottles and cans littered thewn, Alexei gave another yful bounce to Natasha, who sat on hisp, hands propping up her cheeks in a dopey grin.


    “Very happy?” he asked.


    Natasha slowly nodded heavily.


    After a pause, she nodded again and stammered, “Yeah, happy. Well, they’re so mean. They didn’t believe me. And they forced me to delete the evidence. Bad guys!”


    The mumbled words and childishints made Alexei realize the person sitting on his legs was truly drunk.


    He sat up straight, pulled her closer, and coaxed her, “Alright, then we’ll beat up those bad guys, okay? No one will be able to bully you again. Sweetie, no more drinks for us, okay?”


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    Natasha’s face was flushed, her beautiful eyes hazy, her red lips moist, radiant as a flower.


    She suddenly turned her face toward Alexei, giving him an unguarded, radiant smile.


    It was breathtakingly beautiful in the night.


    Alexei was stunned for a moment.


    Immediately after, a pair of slender arms wrapped around his neck.


    “Smack!” The loud kissing sound was particrly distinct in the quiet night.


    Natasha giggled, hugging Alexei’s damp neck. “Alexei, you’re a good man.”


    Alexei’s gaze deepened. “So you just kiss anyone who’s a good person?”


    However, the half–drunk Natasha had no logic.


    With another smack, she kissed his other cheek.


    Natasha, chin resting on his chest, grinned mischievously at him. “Alexei, want to see me dance?”


    Alexei put his arm around her waist, raising an eyebrow slightly. “You saidst time you wanted to prepare thoroughly.”


    Natasha’s eyes zed over for a moment. “Huh?”


    Then she quickly convinced herself, “Whatever, if I want to dance, I’ll dance. Right now.”


    As the only audience member, Alexei was denied the right to refuse.


    He smiled, watching her dazed, yet she still remembered to take out her phone to y music. She was so groggy that it took her a long time to get it right.


    She wasn’t too drunk yet, and she swayed briefly when standing up, then quickly regained her bnce.


    Kicking off her high heels that were in the way, she walked barefoot ten feet away from him, standing right by the river.


    The background was a vast expanse of water, with the city lights on the other side. Under the colorful skyline, Natasha, in a calf–length ck dress, danced gracefully.


    Her beauty was striking, her limbs stretched, and her skirt swirled.


    What she danced was theplete version of “Tide Song,” the same piece Olivia performed


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    during her interview back then.


    Rhea first met Natasha when she got invited to give a talk at a high school.


    In the quiet dance studio that afternoon, a delicate girl danced silently, freely, and passionately.


    By then, “Tide Song” had already begun to take shape.


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    Some creatures of the sea lived with the tide and died with its retreat. Their brief lives swept by the endless ocean, struggling, defiant, burning brightly in pain and glory.


    Rhea was surprised that such a young girl was already contemting questions of life and death.


    Natasha’s talent and skill astounded her.


    Out of appreciation for her talent, Rhea privately tutored Natasha several times, eventually considering taking her on as her student.


    “Tide Song” was their first and only coborative work.


    In Rhea’s opinion, if “Tide Song” had been sessfully released back then, it might have been more highly acimed than “Chasing the Wind.” <fn748e> N?w ?ovel chapt?rs are published on find?novel</fn748e>


    The emotions it conveyed were too intense and too profound, so much so that even viewers couldn’t help but shed tears.


    Today, yearster, Alexei was the sole audience, appreciating this masterful dance alone.


    He didn’t know which part Olivia secretly learned back then, but he could definitely say that no matter which part it was, she hadn’t captured even a ten–thousandth of the original’s spirit.


    His gaze, dark and fathomless, fixed on Natasha, as if she were born with the tide, doomed to perish with its retreat, struggling against the chains of despair, growing wild in the dark only to wither in an instant.


    “Tide Song” was a celebration of life, yet it ended in death.


    Her swirling skirt gradually lowered. As a breeze blew past, a smile of relief and peace appeared on her face. And her eyes remained fixed in the sky.


    Her life spent. She spread out her hands and let herself fall freely.


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    pair ofrge, warm hands caught her.