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He had never refused her.
Whether it was collecting penicillin-producing plants or helping her design a kindergarten, it seemed there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her, no matter the effort.
As Hedy quietly watched him concentrate on his drawings, she suddenly realized that she had been overly cautious and careful in the past.
At least Leonardo was kind.
She sighed gently.
He only made occasional small mistakes, but even then, he would ride hundreds of miles to bring her a large bouquet of daffodils.
How could she not forgive him?
Leonardo finished the last gear, massaged his neck and shoulders, and let out a sigh of relief.
As he turned his head to look at the night sky, he finally noticed that she was watching him.
The faint smile in her light blue eyes made his heart skip a beat.
"What... are you looking at?" he instinctively asked.
Hedy smiled and waved her hand.
Suddenly, she thought of the photograph of the Curie couple.
If she could spend her life with someone who shared her thoughts and ambitions... maybe it would be very happy.
Not long after, the first swing was completed in the backyard of the Doge’s Palace.
The double-triangle structure ensured its stability, and a small cushion was tied to the seat.
Although Leonardo had calculated its weight limit and swinging range, he still felt a little uneasy when he sat on it himself.
"I'll push you, just hold on tight," Hedy said, standing behind him. She noticed he was about to tie his hands to the ropes. "Relax a little... it's not like you're about to be hanged."
"Will I really not fall off?"
Hedy smiled without answering, gently giving the swing a push.
The swing began to rock back and forth, gradually going higher and higher.
Leonardo realized he was swinging through the air like a seagull,slowly opening his eyes and couldn’t help but cheer, "Hedy—I'm flying!"
Hedy laughed and gave it another push, stepping aside to watch him enjoy himself.
Leonardo quickly mastered the technique of swinging by using his legs, even starting to instinctively push against the ground with his toes for more momentum. Before long, he was gripping the ropes and having a great time.
He could easily spend the whole afternoon on this swing!
"It really feels like flying—" As he came down, he braked with his toes, turned to look at her, and smiled brightly. "Do you want to try?"
"Me?" She hadn’t expected him to offer the seat to her so quickly. "Sure."
She probably hadn’t swung on a swing in decades.
Once Hedy sat down, she noticed the position was slightly higher than she expected and turned to give instructions. "Don’t push too high, I’m afraid I’ll fall off."
He smiled and nodded, pushing her gently forward.
