Goodnight, Miss Xia

“Qi Xiaoyu, I shouldn't drool when I look at you.” “...I'll wipe it for you.” “Qi Xiaoyu, I've dirtied my clothes again.” “...I'll wash them for you.” When she was young, Xia Wan once thought that was what love meant: she could act up, and he would indulge her, regardless of their identities or status. Only after he lost the use of both legs because of her and vanished completely did she finally come to her senses. All she had brought him was pain. When they met again, he looked bewildered. “I don't remember you.” She longed to steel herself and step forward to say, “Qi Yu, I'm Xia Wan, the girl who loved you back then.” But she no longer had the courage. Until one day, he nipped her ear and whispered against it, “Wanwan, let's have a little Wanzi of our own...”