Qi Hao raised his hand and offered her the whole bouquet. His gaze was earnest, his words clear as they fell into the evening breeze and drizzle:
"Jingyan, I hope you can go wherever you want to go.
Never trap yourself somewhere the wind cannot reach."
It was the most solemn, subtle, and sincere wish he had ever made in his youth.
He hoped she would break free of loneliness, restraint, and every shackle holding her back, and live freely, passionately, and openly.
Chen Jingyan paused, looking down at the tiny blue flowers in her arms, so delicate and tender. A faint glimmer appeared in her eyes.
Her lips, long untouched by a smile, curved into the slightest, purest smile.
She looked up at him. Rain mist softened her features, but her gaze was clear and earnest as she replied softly:
"Thank you, Qi Hao."
After a pause, the boy summoned his courage and quietly made a promise that they would both move toward each other:
"If you want, come to No. 3 High School in City E."
Theme: Love respects each person for who they are.
