The 16-year-old Jiang Yue avoids the prodigal Qi Sui, but she blushes at one of his unintentional jokes. She hated his carelessness and the way he was at ease with his feelings, but she fell soberly into his gentle eyes.
18-Year-old Jiang Yue and Qi Sui have seen the buds emerging from the ground in spring, listened to the chirping of cicadas on the green trees in midsummer, felt the romance of the falling leaves of the school sycamore, and the sound of each other's heartbeats between the falling snowflakes in winter. For Jiang Yue, it was like a dream. When he woke up from the dream, the girl left the scene in embarrassment and was never heard from again.
As the gears of fate turned, the two met again many years later. Under the dim street lights, Qi Sui could no longer bear the longing for him for many years. He hugged Jiang Yue in his arms and said with trembling and slightly choked words: "Yue Yue, don't leave me. I miss you so much." Jiang Yue stayed there stiffly, at a loss.
Jiang Yue thought that his once wishful thinking turned out to be a two-way street. This time, Qi Sui grabbed Jiang Yue's hand tightly and never let go.
At the wedding scene, as the music played, the youthful youth faded away, and Qi Sui, who looked slightly more stable and mature, nervously but firmly said to Jiang Yue: "I am very lucky to marry the moon of my youth."
One day after the wedding, Jiang Yue was lying in Qi Sui's arms and suddenly sat up and said, "I feel so bad. You never said you liked me, huh!"
Qi Sui smiled, pulled Jiang Yue in front of him, suppressed his smile, looked into Jiang Yue's eyes, and said seriously and word for word, "Mrs. Qi, I don't like you, but I love you, very much, for many years."
It turns out that people you like when you are young will really like you for many, many years.
