[Childhood friends + mutual pining comes true + bittersweet angst + a little melodrama]
The only winter in Song Qingchen’s life came from Jiang Lizhao.
The brightest, warmest sunshine came from Jiang Lizhao, too.
When they were children, Jiang Lizhao said, “I like you best, Brother Qingchen.”
In middle school, Jiang Lizhao said, “Song Qingchen, you liar.”
In high school, Jiang Lizhao said, “Song Qingchen, do you even know how annoying and unbearable you are?”
At university, a girl in the movie theater clutched his hand tightly. After the movie, her eyes shone with an inexplicable excitement.
She said, “Song Qingchen, with all these people watching, I want you to carry me out. Will you?”
Song Qingchen lowered his eyes and crouched without a word. The moment he lifted Jiang Lizhao onto his back, his heart sank heavily.
If he could, he would carry her like this for the rest of his life, slowly bearing her all the way to the end.
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