Everyone at A University knows that Xie Wangshu, the darling of the Chinese department, is the person Zhou Muchuan cherishes most.
Only Xie Wangshu doesn’t know.
She thinks of Zhou Muchuan as her childhood friend, her best buddy, her family. Until one rainy night when they shared an umbrella, and she asked, “Zhou Muchuan, does this mean we’re together?”
He stayed silent for a long time, so long that she thought she was about to lose this friend.
Then he said, “It’s up to you.”
Only later did she learn that he had waited nineteen years to hear her say those words.
He fought for her when he was three, drew little figures in her notebook when he was fifteen, studied medicine for the sake of a promise when he was eighteen, and swallowed every confession just a second before she could speak when he was twenty-two.
He thought he’d kept his feelings hidden, never realizing the evening breeze had already carried his special affection to her ears.
