The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

They held hands for most of the day.

Taiyang held Xie Xuan'an's hand tightly, with such force that it seemed as if he wanted to stick their hands together forever, with no sign of relaxing.

Even at such an extremely private moment as going to the toilet, the sun would stand firmly outside the door as if watching, his eyes never wandering for a moment.

Xie Xuan'an didn't like getting close to people. At this moment, he was so firmly restrained by the sun that the resentment and helplessness in his heart were like a volcano about to erupt, constantly accumulating energy in his heart.

He kept complaining in his heart:

"Are you so afraid that I'll run away?

I'm not completely irrational. How could I be so reckless as to act without any preparation?

This situation is clearly impossible to escape.”

However, he was also very clear in his mind that the sun was very powerful and any blind resistance on his part would be like an egg hitting a rock and would be crushed into dust in an instant.

So, even though he was reluctant to grow wildly like weeds, he could only let the sun lead him and move slowly and heavily on the Champs-Elysées.

For Xie Xuan'an, this whole day seemed like a never-ending prison.

He was like a puppet that had lost its soul, being dragged stiffly by the sun, mechanically moving through the bustling crowd.

Every step felt like being dragged by invisible shackles, with no freedom at all.

The hand that was tightly held was already soaked with sweat, and the wet feeling made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

And the sun had a blank expression from beginning to end, and his golden eyes were always as calm as autumn water, which made Xie Xuan'an feel uneasy.

As night fell and the red sun finally sank tiredly in the west, they ended this long and depressing walk.

The car had been waiting on the roadside for a long time. The butler opened the door respectfully, still with that professional smile on his face, but his eyes did not dare to linger on Xie Xuan and Taiyang for too long.

A solemn and eerie atmosphere filled the air in the car. Taiyang and Xie Xuan were sitting in the back seat, their hands still tightly held together, as if they were imprisoned by some mysterious force.

Xie Xuan'an tried to gently break free from the hand that was like a pair of iron clamps, but the sun seemed to be provoked and increased the strength of his hand a little more, with no intention of compromising.

The anger in Xie Xuan'an's heart burned more and more fiercely, but he knew very well that this was not a good time to act impulsively.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his inner turmoil, and silently warned himself:

"Be patient for now. A real man can bend and stretch. The current situation is extremely unfavorable to me. Don't act rashly."

The car started slowly and moved slowly forward on the streets of Paris.

Outside the window, lights flickered, as if in a dream. Xie Xuan stared blankly at the street scene that was receding outside the car window, his eyes empty and confused.

His thoughts were like a tangled mess, and his heart was filled with endless confusion and helplessness.

What will the future be like? When will we return to our motherland?

What kind of ulterior motives did the sun have for him? These questions were like heavy rocks, weighing him down so hard that he could hardly breathe.

After an unknown amount of time, the car finally slowly stopped in front of the Eiffel Tower.

Xie Xuan slowly raised his head and looked at the iron tower that reached into the sky. Although he was shocked for a moment, he did not feel much excitement.

Around the tower, people were bustling and laughing. However, in Xie Xuan'an's eyes, this lively scene seemed so strange and distant.

At this time, a little girl selling flowers came skipping over and said in crisp French: "Monsieur, voulez-vous acheter une fleur? Je vous souhaite le bonheur."

(Sir, do you want to buy some flowers? I wish you happiness.)

Taiyang bought a rose without hesitation and gently handed it to Xie Xuan'an.

A hint of disdain flashed across Xie Xuan'an's eyes, but he still reluctantly took the rose.

The expensive watch on his wrist glowed faintly in the moonlight.

They walked into the tower side by side, and followed the crowded crowd, climbing up the spiral staircase step by step with difficulty. Each step seemed so heavy, as if carrying endless worries.

Finally, they arrived at the third floor.

It is spacious and open here, and the bright lights illuminate every corner.

People were either leaning on the railings chatting and laughing, or whispering and sharing each other's secrets.

However, in this seemingly joyful atmosphere, Xie Xuan felt an unprecedented loneliness and helplessness, as if he was an outsider in this world.

They struggled to squeeze into a relatively quiet corner, holding on to the cold railings, overlooking the night view of Paris below.

The beautiful scenery of the entire city was like a giant colorful painting, slowly unfolding before their eyes.

The streets were brightly lit, and cars were speeding past like meteors, leaving behind dazzling streaks of light.

The buildings in the distance are arranged in an orderly manner, with ancient style blending with modern atmosphere, exuding a unique and charming charm.

Xie Xuan'an gazed at the dreamy night scene, and his heart couldn't help but tremble slightly.

After all, this was his first time in Paris, and the beauty of this romantic city made him forget all his worries in an instant.

Just as he was immersed in this charming scenery, the low voice of the sun broke the silence:

"Do you know why you got first place?"

Xie Xuan was brought back to reality by this sudden question. He withdrew his gaze from the distance and answered casually:

"Because of the poem 'Ode to the Sun'?"

Then he said thoughtfully:

"They have been there much longer than I have. If they could get those five books like I did, they would probably remember the contents more firmly."

There was silence for a few seconds.

The sun's golden eyes locked onto Xie Xuan'an, and he said slowly, "I wrote that poem specifically for you."

Xie Xuan'an's heart suddenly shook. He quickly turned his head and looked at the sun, his face full of surprise.

His lips trembled slightly, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond. The shock in his heart was like a surging wave, constantly impacting his thoughts.

It took a long time for Xie Xuan'an to recover from his shock.

His eyes were full of suspicion, and he began to ponder Sun's motives in his mind.

He thought to himself:

If only I knew this poem, there would be no first place.

Or you are the only one qualified to be the first.

Is the sun testing him?