At the supermarket: “Hi, let me pay for this student.”
In the lecture hall: “Hello. May I sit here?”
During PE class: “Hey, are you okay?”
His gentle, youthful voice seemed to linger in her ears. Just like his tall, broad-shouldered figure, it was deeply etched in her mind and nestled in her heart, impossible to forget…
Years later…
“When did you start liking me?” Ever since they got together, she had asked him more than once, but he never told her. She was so curious.
“Hmm… Give me a kiss and I’ll tell you, okay?”
“Hmph, I’m not kissing you. That’s what you get for not telling me.”
The girl walked ahead in a huff, then suddenly smiled. It didn’t matter when she had fallen for him, did it? What mattered was the present. Nothing else mattered anymore.
She thought that, apart from her own family, she might never meet anyone else who loved and protected her like he did, who treasured her so dearly.
She remembered what he once said:
“Meeting you was the greatest stroke of luck in my life.”
And she felt the same.
“Me too.”
Sweet and sassy junior Yan X gentlemanly, shy senior Yan
