This is a sweet childhood-friends romance, and a story about a group of young people slowly growing up.
On the night of their graduation party, Song Zhaoyi got drunk.
She confessed to her childhood friend that she liked him, then kissed him.
When she woke up the next morning, she still hadn’t figured out how to face Shen Zhiheng, whom she’d kissed without warning, when she received news that everyone had been waiting eleven years for:
His mother, who had been in a coma for eleven years, had woken up.
That kiss was put on hold.
Later, she went abroad, while he stayed in China to study medicine. Despite the time difference, they still talked about everything, but neither of them mentioned that night again.
Song Zhaoyi always thought Shen Zhiheng’s silence back then was his answer.
Until, much later, she finally asked him:
“When did you start liking me?”
Shen Zhiheng thought for a long time.
“I can’t remember.”
“You can forget something like that?”
“Because before I knew that was what liking someone meant,” he said, looking at her, “I’d already never considered being apart from you.”
