A powerful woman always has a man quietly supporting her, but never just one. Cen Mian knows this all too well.
“Youyou, don’t think you can get rid of me. I’ll become the man who suits you best, the one you’ll never forget for as long as you live.”
At first: “Youhuang, let me make this clear. I’m not so pathetic that I’ll let you dump me again and again.” Cen Mian immediately deleted every way the two of them had to contact each other.
When they met again: Youhuang lay weak and pale in bed. Cen Mian sat beside her, wiping her arm and keeping watch.
His best friend couldn’t understand. “Weren’t you two never supposed to speak to each other again?”
Cen Mian shot him an annoyed look. “I was just saying that. Don’t take it seriously. We had a fight, but that doesn’t mean we stopped loving each other.”
His best friend: “Even Wang Baochuan would have to call you ‘big brother.’”
Snowflakes settled on her shoulders. Someone draped a warm blanket over her from behind. Youhuang turned and saw Cen Mian striding away.
She lowered her eyes and walked away without looking back. Behind her, he turned around after she was gone, watching her retreating figure with a bitter, aggrieved feeling in his heart.
“What an ungrateful woman. I’ve gone this far to make peace and put up with her, and she couldn’t even say a word to me.”
After they got together: “Youyou, kiss me.”
“Youyou, how come you didn’t kiss me today?”
“Youyou, I love you so much.”
“Mm, I love you too!”
Cen Mian: “I was never your calamity. I’ve always been here for you.”
