Jing Ye will never forget that tall figure, because he was picked up by that person from the winter street and taken home.
That person taught me to write and let me go to school. If I wanted to sing, he asked me to sign up for the class. I had seen that gentle smile many times on that person's face, which was always serious on the faces of outsiders.
On that day, the man leaned into his ear and said, "Will you be my wife?"
Without any hesitation, he nodded in an excited and shy mood.
Unfortunately, none of that is for me.