My Wife Loves Me to Pieces

[Mutually devoted couple: Everyday romance: a gentle, inexperienced senior × a fair-skinned, beautiful, outspoken girl]

“Su, your ears are a little red.”

When Su Che sees the campus beauty suddenly lean close, her ears turn even redder.

The gears of fate turn, and the two gradually grow closer.

“So we’re friends now?”

“Pinky promise.”

“Whoever likes you is seriously out of luck!”

Looking at her slightly flushed, irritated face, Su Che’s lips curl into a smile.

“Likewise! Likewise!”

An invisible red thread winds around the two of them: awkwardness, tentative tests, and denial.

“Do I like her?”

“The person I like could never be him!”

Misunderstandings, arguments, her instinctive, timid attempts to run away: it all torments him. In the end, he decides to make his feelings clear.

With his eyes lowered, Su Che says, “Let’s be together.”

“Okay.”

“What did you just say?”

“I said okay. I agree. I accept your request.”

“I’m going to take you seriously.”

“Then all the better.”

Meng Jinnian throws herself into his arms like a butterfly, frank and passionate.

Waves of clouds suddenly churn. Ink falls onto yellowed paper and spreads in a blur. Before he realizes it, he has been pulled into a mystery, and the things around him grow indistinct.

The hands of time keep turning. The year he graduates, he enters the research institute he has always dreamed of and searches relentlessly for answers.

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“You said we’d get married when I came back. Do you still mean it?”

Her hand rests against the cold glass. No one can answer her.