If We Loved, We Once Held Each Other Close

Back then, she would get very, very fierce, pointing at his nose. "From now on, you are not allowed to smile at anyone else!" His smile was so handsome, what if someone else charmed him away? He smiled so very, very gently and drew her into his arms, his voice impossibly tender and doting. "All right. I won't smile anymore. My smile belongs only to my Qianqian." She snorted, not buying it at all, and pushed further. "Men aren't allowed either." "All right. No one is allowed. This is a view meant exclusively for Qianqian." Finally satisfied, she nodded and nestled in his arms, yawning. "I'm sleepy." He gently patted her. "Go to sleep. I'll stay here with you." Then he held her, gazing at her sleeping face as if he could do so until the end of time. When they met again, the person who had once vowed to live and die with her no longer remembered her. His gaze was so unfamiliar, so strange. He had returned after completing his studies, with a beautiful woman by his side and a life of great success. And she, under his faint smile, said, "We've never known each other."