When she was eleven, Gao Ruo secretly liked him.
When she was twelve, Gao Ruo plucked up her courage and asked, "What if I lose before you get here?" He said, "Then do your best to hold on until I arrive."
When she was fifteen, he said, "There's no rush."
When she was seventeen, he said, "It's okay. Don't worry."
When she was twenty-one, he said, "You know, after all these years, you're still just like you were in elementary school."
When she was twenty-three, Gao Ruo thought that next Sunday she would ask him if there was any chance they could be together. If not, she would have to give up on the feelings she'd held onto for twelve years. Then she saw Wei Han leaning against a parasol tree. It was the kind of scene that only happened in a novel, but Wei Han was right there in front of her. It was love at first sight, twelve years of longing, a feeling that would stay with her for a lifetime. "Huh?"
Wei Han looked at Gao Ruo and gave a slight nod. "Do you have a birthday present for me?"
"Huh? A present..."
"In that case, let my present be that we skip one holiday."
"What?"
"Xiao Ruo, starting today, let's stop celebrating Singles' Day. Would you like that?"
"Huh?" Gao Ruo's mind couldn't keep up. "Are you confessing your feelings?"
"Yes. So, would you?"
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