That Uncle Is My Man

If you are the moon, then I am the sun that lights your way. If you are a star, then I am the cloud that circles you. If you are the sun, moon, and stars, then I am all the rivers and mountains.

Zhao Yaojie appeared before An Yue completely out of the blue, dressed in a suit and wearing a pair of ultra-cool black sunglasses.

Before getting out of the car, he deliberately swept his coat tails back with a flashy flourish. Then he took off his sunglasses, glanced at An Yue, and put them back on. Zhao Yaojie smoothed down his hair, looking unbelievably cocky, with just enough cheekiness to be kind of cute.

What Zhao Yaojie performed was actually a kind of vocal art: whistling. He played a love song, smiling as he gazed intently at An Yue. Everything around them seemed to fade away. There was only him and her, and no one else.

She was in his eyes, in his heart, and in his thoughts. That face had long since taken root deep in his heart, the source of his yearning day and night, haunting his every dream. He gazed at her quietly..

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.