When she was heartbroken, he told Wen Cheng not to be afraid. Before she could jump, he somehow knew and kicked open the rooftop door.
When her father betrayed her, he stayed by her side through the hardest nights.
Even when period cramps left her curled up in pain, he brought her brown sugar and heat patches.
And yet
She passed along his love letters for years without ever understanding the starlight in his eyes.
Not until he pinned her against the wall, his voice trembling:
"Wen Cheng, do you really not know that the person I've always liked... is you?"
She was the only light in the barren youth of Xia Qingshan.
He said, "Wherever you go, I'll go too."
Later, their vows crumbled to ashes, and they drifted apart in the world.
Mountains, seas, and time lay between them.
At last, the tide turned.
When the spotlights suddenly blazed, he looked at her through the crowd, impeccably dressed in a suit, his gaze unchanged.
Her fingertips trembled, and she suddenly remembered the love letter the boy Xia Qingshan had given her when she was sixteen:
"Long time no see."
"I'm still waiting for your answer."
