Go to the amusement park with Zayne

The life of a dedicated doctor always seems to revolve around the hospital and patients, and Zayne is certainly no exception. As the youngest head of cardiology at Akso, Zayne’s excellent medical skills have made him a divine being that brings hope to patients. Behind this admiration is a heavy schedule and tough scientific researches.

Zayne always seems to be so calm, professional and meticulous in his work, as if he could easily solve any critical situation with his dexterous hands. The difficult surgeries completed by him and appreciation letters from all over the world are the best proof of this.

“Great job, everyone. Everything went ******oothly.”

“Thank you, Doctor. Your guidance made all the difference.”

“I couldn’t have done it without your steady hands.”

“Appreciate it. It’s always a pleasure working with you.”

As the office door clicked shut, Zayne finally felt like he could take a breath. The late autumn afternoon sun was still bright, and the rustling leaves outside, along with the breeze carrying the sweet scent of o******anthus, brought a touch of the season’s unique charm into the office. In the gray-toned room, Zayne suddenly noticed a colorful lunchbox on his desk, standing out against the muted surroundings. A pink sticky note was attached to it—clearly, the thoughtful Miss Hunter had quietly stopped by earlier. “Remember to eat after the surgery~,” it read, with no extra words, just a cute little cat face drawn where her signature would be. Zayne’s gaze lingered on the note for a moment, and a ******all ******ile curved at the corners of his mouth.

He picked up the lunchbox and opened the lid, allowing the fragrance of o******anthus and the aroma of the food to mingle, extending this brief moment of peace. Inside was a beautifully arranged, well-balanced bento, clearly made with care. He took a few bites, and the flavors were delightful. Compared to the monotonous meals from the hospital cafeteria, this lunch, filled with love, felt much warmer.

After finishing his meal, Zayne closed the lunchbox and stood up, walking over to the window. Outside, the world seemed completely different from the hospital’s constant hustle and bustle: a few people strolled leisurely down the street, golden leaves twirled in the wind, and a cat lay on its back in the yard, lazily basking in the afternoon sun on the grass. Zayne’s thoughts began to drift far away, and he realized—it was time to take a break.

The amusement park was especially lively on weekends, with the sweet scent of cotton candy filling the air. Colorful balloons floated freely in the sky, as if they’d unexpectedly found their freedom. Children ran through the park, their laughter echoing in the air, crisp and infectious. Accompanied by the soft, melodic music, the carousel turned slowly, its horses seeming almost alive under the sunlight. In the distance, the Ferris wheel towered high, rotating gently, each ******all cabin carrying people’s hopes and dreams for the future.

“Why did you suddenly think of bringing me to the amusement park?” Miss Hunter asked, her face glowing with a surprised ******ile as she gently swung Zayne’s hand.

“I’ve been so busy with work lately that I haven’t had much time to spend with you. The weather is nice today, and I thought you’d enjoy this place,” Zayne replied.

“Hmm, not bad, Dr. Zayne. So, does that mean all your time belongs to me today?” Miss Hunter teased with a playful grin.

“Yeah, I’m all yours,” Zayne replied with a soft ******ile.

“Let’s go! First stop, bumper cars!” Miss Hunter exclaims excitedly.

Zayne watches her, a gentle ******ile spreading across his face. “Alright, whatever you say.” He never hides his emotions when he’s with Miss Hunter. Knowing how precious their time together is, he doesn’t want to miss a single one of her ******iles.

After an intense bumper car battle, Miss Hunter’s attention shifts to a balloon-popping booth in the distance. Her eyes light up as she walks over, looking like a clever little fox with a plan.

“Watch closely, Dr. Zayne. Let me show you the sharpshooting skills of the finest hunter!”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Zayne responds, amused.

After a few rounds of flawless shots, the booth owner, visibly frustrated from his losses, grudgingly hands them a few stuffed animals before shooing them away from the stall.

“Impressive, right? I am the best hunter in Linkon City!” Miss Hunter says with a sly ******ile. Zayne can’t help but laugh as well, handing her the stuffed animals they won.

“Yes, my queen, these are your spoils of war for today.”

“Keep them, this is your reward from me,” Miss Hunter says, still playful.

“Oh, thank you for your generosity, my queen,” Zayne replies with a chuckle.

As a professional hunter, thrilling rides always make her heart race, leaving her craving more. From bumper cars to roller coasters, giant swings, drop towers, and pirate ships, she dives into every ******************************-pumping experience with pure joy. Zayne, being the perfect boyfriend, accompanies her through it all without a single complaint.

As night falls, the carousel in the center of the park lights up, transporting everyone into a fairytale-like world. Zayne gently raises his hand, helping to ******ooth out Miss Hunter’s hair, which had been tousled by the wind. His green eyes overflow with unhidden affection.

“Want to ride the carousel together?” Zayne asks softly.

“How could I ever refuse your invitation?” Miss Hunter says cheerfully, taking Zayne’s hand. “I want to ride this white horse and be the fearless princess of your story.”

Zayne ******iles, guiding her toward the pumpkin carriage instead. “Let’s sit in this one together, that way I can be by your side. I want to be your support, especially when you face danger.”

As the music begins to play, the pumpkin carriage slowly starts to move. “Did you have fun today?” Miss Hunter asks quietly, leaning against Zayne’s shoulder.

“Anywhere with you is full of fun,” Zayne replies, tightening his arm around her waist. “And seeing you happy—that matters more to me than anything else.”

“Zayne, look, the moon is so bright tonight.” Miss Hunter pointed to the sky, where the clear, bright moon hung silently.

“Yeah, but I already have a brighter moon,” Zayne replied, following her gaze.

Miss Hunter chuckled softly, playfully tapping his arm. “When did you become so good at sweet-talking?”

Zayne looked down at her, his eyes filled with warmth. “If it’s with you, I can’t help but express how I feel.”

The gentle moonlight enveloped the two of them, highlighting a tenderness in Zayne’s eyes that no one else had ever seen. If time could freeze at this moment, he thought, it would be perfect.

As the carousel slowly came to a stop, the amusement park grew quieter as the last of the visitors left. Hand in hand, they strolled leisurely toward the exit. Before stepping through the park gates, Miss Hunter turned back for a final glance, her eyes brimming with happiness and a touch of reluctance. But the warmth in her palm seemed to assure her that this wouldn’t be the last time they made memories like this. With that thought, she ******iled, relaxed, and intertwined her fingers with his.

“Let’s go home,” Miss Hunter said.

Zayne’s gaze softened, and he squeezed her hand a little tighter, replying in a gentle voice, “Alright, let’s go home.”