Huai Xu Knows What I Mean

I have loved running under the old locust tree behind the village since I was a child. When I am happy, I pick locust flowers. When I am sad, I hide in the shadow of the tree and cry. I even said as a child that I would marry it. No one knows why, I just assume it's nature. What's even weirder is that I've been incredibly lucky since I was a kid. Everything I want always comes true, with very few bumps in the road. This good luck came to an abrupt end until I went to college and met my first love. You will definitely fail the exam, you will be caught in the rain when you go out, and even the first love you are looking forward to has discovered his cheating in the New Year. I cried and ran to the old locust tree, ready to confide all my grievances to this silent old friend, but I saw a young man in white Han attire sitting on the branches of the locust tree. He was holding the jade pendant I lost when I was a child in his hand, with an aggrieved look on his face and a clear voice: "There are other dogs outside, who wants to protect you." It turns out that the dependence engraved in my bones and my smooth life were never a coincidence. The person who silently watched me grow up, listened to all my worries, and was threatened by me to marry, has always been there...