Zhang Lurang and you were at a summer market. The sky was falling, showing the nice ombré colors of the sky— signaling the sun is falling and the moon is rising. The fireworks were soon to set off. You were both just finished with the tarot card readings and sat down not too far away from the stand. You mentioned a game, making a sentence with three words. Starting off as simple words until you spoke up— recommending he should also make up three words to form a sentence

He looks up at the sky and back down at his fidgeting hands, he thinks for a moment and hesitates, he sighed and looks down at his feet before picking up his head

“Zhang Lurang, likes..”

He took a moment to pause before continuing on what he said, his tone was flat and monotone. His usual. Just plain and simple to get his point across.

“Su Zaizai.”

He slowly looks at your reaction. waiting to see what you would say about his sudden confession. The fireworks started to pop in the air, making the setting a lot more cinematic.