Tarrant noticed a hint of fatigue gradually creeping into Alice's eyes. Although she still maintained her smile, Tarrant knew that she didn't really enjoy such loud and large gatherings. Her gaze wandered off to the distance occasionally, as if searching for a place where she could find a moment of peace.

Tarrant leaned slightly forward, whispering into Alice's ear, "I guess you may be a little tired. Why don't we quietly leave and find a quieter place?"

Alice shook her head with a smile, "I'm not very good at such lively occasions."

A playful twinkle appeared in Tarrant's eyes as a smile curved his lips, "Then we don't have to stay here anymore. Come with me, I'll take you to a secret base that's perfect for escaping the hustle and bustle."

Saying that, he gently held Alice's hand and led her out of the dance floor quietly. They carefully navigated through the crowd, walked through a corridor on one side, then crossed a side hall, and pushed open an ornate wooden door leading outside. They walked down a corridor leading to the royal terrace, where a gentle breeze carried the coolness of the night. The corridor was bathed in silver moonlight, with the distant starry sky resembling a deep blue velvet adorned with sparkling stars. Shadows of top hats and long dresses flickered across the pure white floor.

The royal terrace was covered with soft moss, surrounded by delicate carved railings, and the outline of the forest could be seen gently swaying in the moonlight in the distance. The night breeze brought a slight chill, gently brushing against their faces.

"We came here the night I was going to duel with Jabberwock," Alice murmured, taking a deep breath of the night air scented with flowers, feeling the noise of the ball fading away.

Tarrant released her hand, leaning against the railing and gazing at the distant night sky. "Well, this is my secret base. No matter how noisy the night is, I can always find a moment of peace in such tranquility," he said, turning his head to look at Alice with gentle eyes sparkling.

Alice smiled and buried her hands in his arms. The cool breeze of the summer night gently brushed against their cheeks, as if the whole world belonged to just the two of them at that moment. Tarrant leaned against the railing, his gaze piercing through the night sky, seemingly lost in memories. His voice was low and soft, "Once here, you said I was the person in your dreams."

Alice turned her head, looking at him intently, feeling a warmth in her heart. "You are indeed a dream in my heart, Tarrant," she smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief, confusing Tarrant a bit. "But that's not because you're not real, but because you're too unique."

The moonlight spilled onto the terrace, gentle and serene, forming a sharp contrast with the surrounding tranquility. Tarrant leaned against the railing, smiling and glancing at Alice, whose outline appeared softer and more charming in the silver glow. Alice turned her head gently. At the moment their eyes met, it seemed as if an invisible current filled the air.

In this peaceful moment, Alice's heartbeat began to accelerate, with visions of them leaning on each other on the dance floor flashing repeatedly through her mind. She couldn't help but feel a strong urge to get closer to him. Curious and curious... She took a slow step forward, her heart filled with anticipation and tension.

"Tarrant," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly, "The moonlight tonight is beautiful."

Tarrant's gaze was as gentle as water, and he smiled lightly, "Yeah, being able to share all of this with you is the most beautiful part."

Alice's cheeks felt warm, and a strong emotion rose in her heart, as if the whole world had come to a standstill at that moment. She raised her hand, gently touching his gaunt cheek, her fingertips tracing his cheekbones, feeling the contour of his face. Then she extended her fingers to lightly touch his lower lip, moving from left to right and then right to left, as if exploring a treasure.

She moved closer slowly, gazing at Tarrant with deep affection in her eyes, feeling the rhythm of his breath resonating with her heartbeat. She had only experienced such intimate closeness in her dreams.Then, Alice slowly closed her eyes, gently leaning forward and softly pressing her lips against his.

Tarrant was completely frozen: "This is not a dream!!" He responded to her kiss, gently wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, feeling her warmth and softness. Their lips touched, like morning dew falling on petals, gentle, pure, and delicate, just like a child holding a lantern to explore the entrance of a cave before venturing inside. With this kiss, the distance between them disappeared, time stood still, and everything around them became blurred.

Alice's heart raced as she felt Tarrant's warmth surrounding her. Her hand gently reached for the back of his neck, her fingertips softly gliding over the temperature of his skin, wanting to etch this moment in her memory forever. Tarrant reciprocated her kisses, slightly deepening them, gently tilting his head, and kissing her just perfectly, as if the entire universe was condensed in this instant.

Their lips mingled together, and in the gaps between gently parted lips, it seemed like they were exchanging their feelings. She had been very anxious before: Does he also love me? Am I offending him by doing this? Is this a dream? However, Tarrant's fingers lightly brushed against her back, giving her a firm response that answered her questions: all of this was real.

"Beforebreakfasttoday,Ithoughtaboutsiximpossiblethings.

First,IamonvacationinWonderland.

Second,timeinWonderlandpassesfasterthanbefore.

Third,Ispendeverydaywithmyfriends.

Fourth,Wonderlanddoesn'thavebadmarriageremindersorannoyingsuitors.

Fifth,Icanhaveafternoonteawithmydearestfriendseveryafternoon.

Sixth,IalwayswanttokisstheMadHatterTarrantHightopp."