?Chapter 701:


    Despite the lingering ache in my heart, his words managed to lift my spirits.


    I nodded, took a deep breath, and broke into a genuine smile this time. I was determined to leave my worries behind for a while and enjoy the day.


    It wasn’t long before the car rolled to a stop in front of thergest amusement park in the region.


    The moment I stepped out, my excitement got the better of me. I barely noticed when both Bryan and yton reached for my hands. Instead, I darted forward like a kid on Christmas morning, unable to contain my glee, eager to explore.


    Everything inside the park felt magical—bright colors, cheerful music, and the scent of popcorn and sweet treats lingering in the air. It was all so new and dazzling.


    I spotted the carousel first and made a beeline for it, practically dragging Bryan and yton along. I rode it not once but several times,ughter bubbling up uncontrobly as I spun round and round.


    Then came the roller coaster. “That one! I want to ride that!” I eximed, pointing at the towering track with giddy excitement.


    Bryan groaned dramatically, but neither of them could resist my enthusiasm. They followed me to the ride, and soon we were strapped in, climbing steadily toward the top of the track.


    As the coaster crested the peak, my heart thudded like a drum. Then, with a gut-wrenching whoosh, we plummeted down.


    “Ahhh!” I screamed, clinging to the safety bar with all my might. The wind whipped through my hair, leaving me breathless and exhrated. But we rode it again. And again.


    Next were the bumper cars.


    I steered mine with reckless abandon, aiming straight for yton. Heughed as I rammed into him, but before I could gloat, Bryan came barreling in from the side,unching me into a yful battle between the three of us.


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    Time blurred as we hopped from one attraction to the next. I couldn’t get enough.


    Finally, we stopped in front of the haunted house. I stared at its ominous facade, a thrill of anticipation curling in my stomach. I had always wanted to visit one.


    Makenna’s POV:


    “I want to visit the haunted house,” I said, my eyes lighting up with excitement.


    Bryan teased, “Are you sure? You may end up scared out of your wits.”


    His words only made me more determined to go.


    “That won’t happen. Do you think these little tricks can scare me?” I asked proudly.


    “Alright, Makenna. Who would have known you were so brave?” yton said, ruffling my hair yfully.


    I red at them, dissatisfied with their patronizing behavior. “What’s there to be scared of anyway? Everything in there is fake and meant to scare people. I won’t fall for it,” I said, determined to prove how brave I was.


    Bryan shook his head with a smile, patted me on the head, and said, “Alright then. I’ll join you since you’re eager to prove how brave you are. However, don’t expect me to protect you if you get scared.”


    “I won’t need your protection. I can take care of myself,” I said confidently.


    I then dragged them to the ticket stand, where we purchased tickets and entered the haunted house.


    A piercing scream echoed all around the moment we stepped in. The haunted house was dark, with hardly any lights. It felt as though I had been plunged into unending darkness.


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