"Xiao Xuan, you have to protect me for the rest of your life!"
Eight-year-old Xue Zhaoan once joked like this.
Fourteen-year-old Xue Zhaoan knew nothing about it.
That day
You looked at me and said, "Classmate, have we met somewhere?"
I said: "Maybe."
You tilted your head and thought for a moment, then smiled: "Maybe I remembered it wrong. Hello, I am Xue Zhaoan."
I am Zhou Qingxuan.
We got to know each other again.
Purpose: Only now have I discovered how lucky I am to be loved unwaveringly.