Girl, You're a Handful!

[A story of mutual salvation, with a lighthearted, humorous tone. Both leads are romantically inexperienced.]

One day, a certain transmigrator who had entered a book got drunk, lifted the male supporting character's chin, and gazed at him tenderly. "You're so beautiful."

The man remained unfazed, ignoring her wildly roaming hand. "You said that six years ago. Your brother's heard it so many times. How about trying something else?"

Jiang Jing blinked.

Song Tang: "..." Fine, I won't argue with you.

He looked at the young woman's flushed cheeks. The longing he had felt over the years surged through him like floodwaters bursting through a dam.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and, ignoring her struggles, buried his face in the crook of her neck.

"Jiang Jing, I'm standing this high up for more than just Mrs. Tang's sake. I'm only afraid you won't be able to find me. Or maybe I just want to make sure you can recognize me at a glance."

"Love's beginning is unknown, but once it takes hold, it runs deep." The memories engraved in the crescent-moon pendant are every moment Jiang Jing fell for Tang Ye. The heartbreak, the joy, the moments that made her heart flutter: all of them gather into Jiang Jing's incomplete emotions.

What nineteen-year-old Song Tang didn't get the chance to give her, twenty-nine-year-old Song Tang gave to his girl in full. Everyone says Jiang Jing was Song Tang's salvation in those dim, joyless days. But no one knows that the armored young man was also the little girl's moon, as otherworldly as an immortal.

The Song who was nearing thirty, an award-winning actor, broke precedent and agreed to an interview on the show Moonlight Confessions. When the reporter asked why he had become an actor, the man waved his hand, showing off his plain silver ring. "I was afraid my little friend wouldn't be able to find me, so I wanted to stand somewhere high and wait for her to come running to me."