When I was in college, I secretly used my part-time money to pay Xu Mian's tuition for four years.
He would always rub my hair and say: "Qiqi, when I make my mark, I will give you the whole world."
Later he became a cutting-edge designer, but married the daughter of his sponsor.
On the wedding day, I sat quietly in the guest seat and watched him put on rings for others.
His brother whispered: "Qiqi, just cry."
I shook my head, but the alarm of the heart monitoring bracelet sounded sharply throughout the auditorium.
The doctor said last month that patients like me should not have too much mood swings.
When Xu Mian rushed over, the ring box fell from his pocket.
It is filled with sketches of jewelry he has designed for me over the years.
The first one read: "When Qiqi graduates, I will personally put this sycamore leaf diamond ring on her."
