Yu Shuo's life was originally like a glass of lukewarm boiled water, regular and dull, until Ji Yuzhou crashed in like a gust of wind carrying the scent of toffee.
There are no earth-shattering moments in their story, only the nights they squeezed into the same sofa to watch old movies, the mornings they spent haggling together for a handful of vegetables at the market, and the night light that was always on in the entrance when they came home late from overtime.
Ji Yuzhou will iron Yu Shuo's wrinkled shirts straight, and Yu Shuo will remember to stuff his favorite strawberry gummies in Ji Yuzhou's schoolbag. The days slowly fermented in the trivial matter of firewood, rice, oil and salt. It turns out that the most touching romance is never a deliberate confession, but "I am here", a "wake up" in the early morning, a "I'm waiting for you" in the late night, and an ordinary daily life with each other for the rest of my life.
Very nice and interesting