Jiang Xu, I'm Not Young Anymore

"Do you still think I'm young?" Shen Ci raised his hand and his fingertips fell on the sling on his left shoulder. The thin strap slipped from his shoulder, exposing his collarbone and shoulder socket. Jiang Xu's Adam's apple rolled slightly. He wanted to say that she drank too much and wanted to continue to be the same Jiang Xu who had treated her as his sister since she was a child and suppressed all the thoughts he shouldn't have in his heart. She didn't give him a chance. She stood up on tiptoes and kissed him. "Who am I?" He pressed her against the wall, his voice low as if he was afraid of breaking something. "You are Jiang Xu. It has always been you." The next morning, Shen Ci was wrapped in a quilt and blinked, with an innocent look on his face: "Brother Jiang Xu, why are you in my bed? I drank too much last night and I don't remember anything." Jiang Xu stared at the marks he left on her collarbone, his jaw tightening. "Pretend. Keep pretending." She always thought he didn't like her. When he took the college entrance examination in city S, she thought it was for someone else; when she took the subway for an hour and a half to see him every weekend, he thought she was just passing by. It wasn't until later that she discovered that the red string she had worn for ten years was the one he secretly stuffed into her schoolbag when he was fifteen, and the thick high-speed rail ticket stub was evidence every time he returned to Nancheng. He had been waiting for her for more than ten years and never dared to tell her. She spent all her courage that night, and from then on he could never let her be alone again.