[Bold, passionate girl x self-disciplined, courteous older man + love at first sight + mutual devotion + healing and growth + ensemble cast + three-year age gap + sweet romance + 1v1, both chaste]
“Zhao Jueqian, you broke your promise again.”
When they met again at Qinglan Sea in midsummer that year, Zhong Shiyi didn’t recognize him. She thought it was their first meeting.
One mistook the other for someone jumping into the sea; the other thought they were drowning.
In November, the first snow began to fall, turning their black hair white.
“Zhao Jueqian, I’m going to apply to Tianshan University.”
“You’re welcome to. I’ll show you around when you arrive for the start of term.”
But then the autumn winds rose.
They went home separately the night before term began. Zhong Shiyi couldn’t get in touch with Zhao Jueqian, and the next day there was still no word from him. No one could reach him.
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Later, Zhong Shiyi accidentally knocked over a bucket of red paint. Blood welled from her wound, and she grew dizzy and collapsed, murmuring, “Xiao Qian-ge, Aunt Yin Xian...”
The memories she had sealed away came rushing back.
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In Erlanlin, snow had fallen heavily for days. That afternoon, it suddenly stopped, and the sky cleared.
At a private hospital, a familiar, slender figure stood by the elevator. Zhao Jueqian slowed his steps.
Hearing a sound behind her, the girl turned around and walked toward him, her snow boots tapping against the floor and echoing down the corridor. She lifted the cake in her hand and spoke gently but firmly, leaving him no room to evade her.
“Zhao Jueqian, we said we’d blow out the candles together on our birthdays. Today is my birthday. Are you going to break your promise again?”
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That summer, a ray of light appeared before Zhao Jueqian’s hazy eyes, and it kept shining in his world from then on.
Zhong Shiyi reached him before the god of death did.
You are my highest ideal, and I gladly bow my head to gaze up at you.
