[A love story where the male lead helps her grow + a cool beauty at first who turns into a goofy beauty later + both leads are each other's first and only]
Of course, the “rose” he raised with his own hands bears a little resemblance to him.
It takes courage and patience to embrace a rose, but I still want to hold that rose in my arms.
A good romance is one where both people help each other grow into better versions of themselves. That's what growth means, and that's what love should be.
He taught her how to navigate the world and trained her to stand on her own. She didn't need to rely on anyone; she could shine all by herself.
“Yan Jihuan, you're wonderful, but I'm no slouch either. I want a love where we move forward side by side, evenly matched. You don't have to be the only one for me, you know!”
“Tang Jiaxin, you don't have to grow into a rose. If you like, you can be jasmine or a wild rose. In the eyes of those who love you, you're precious beyond compare and worthy of love. You always have been. I'm the one who needs you and no one else!”
No one had ever taught my girl how to love. How could she possibly understand? So I'll teach her myself. She's like a little kid who doesn't know what to do, of course she'll feel inferior, timid, and afraid. That's all right. I'll lead her by the hand and chase away every shadow. What people call favoritism is simply the Xin Xin Only Rule. How could someone who truly loves you fail to understand your sadness?
Yan Jihuan: “There may be five thousand or ten thousand roses, but there's only one I'll cherish with all my heart. She's the only one I'll water and shelter from the wind. That's how it will be for the rest of my life.”
To me, she's one of a kind.
Lu Yiya: “Jihuan, your wife hit me.”
Yan Jihuan: “Oh, really? Which hand did she hit you with, honey? Does it hurt?”
Lu Yiya: “...”
The first book I wrote is finished. The novel world is my utopia!