“A croissant isn't the only choice, but Zhou Kesong is.”
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The old streets of Huai'an Alley were where Zhou Kesong and You Jia grew up together.
You Jia didn't realize until he was twelve that every beating he'd ever gotten had been made worse by Zhou Kesong's meddling.
From the age of one to twenty-four, You Jia had no tender, romantic memories with her. Every time he thought back on their past, all he remembered was a dull ache in his backside.
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After they got happily married, You Jia forgot his childhood sweetheart, Zhou Kesong.
Zhou Kesong thought: We're already married, so I can't leave him now. What if things turn out like that saying about You Jia and come true...
A sudden idea struck her. She threw dignity aside and clung to him every day, calling him “Hubby.”
With all thoughts of dignity forgotten, the first thing Zhou Kesong did every day when she got home was bother him: “Hubby, did you miss me today?”
You Jia folded his arms and stared at her. “I did. I wondered how you could ask eight hundred questions in one day.”
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After his memories returned, You Jia
Glanced at Zhou Kesong's autobiography. On the newest page, he found the words he'd secretly written on the day they registered their marriage.
Outside the door, Zhou Kesong stood with one hand on her hip, half a slice of toast between her teeth. “Croissant or toast for breakfast?”
You Jia's expression was unreadable. He walked straight up to her, bent down, and took a bite of her toast. “...Croissant, of course.”
Theme: You are the one and only person in my world
