++++Chu Qingwu had always known his own limitations, right up until he turned fifteen. If people called him as stupid as a pig behind his back, he didn't mind. He figured his family was richer than theirs, so it didn't matter if he wasn't good at school.
He didn't mind being called a pig, but he didn't want to be Tong Xiwen's pig.
The night his father fell and hit his head on the stone steps, Chu Qingwu had hidden away and cried with relief just because the tall, handsome Tong Xiwen had taken his hand.
He cried at the funeral, too, wailing his heart out. Then, through his tears, he saw Tong Xiwen in a corner of the mourners, chatting and laughing with someone. The laughter wasn't loud, but when it reached Chu Qingwu's ears, it carried a gust of wind and snow, like a resounding slap striking him hard across the face...
A warm and charming me (￣y▽￣)~*:
1. Older seme, one-on-one, happy ending, tender and sweet.
2. I tend to ramble without realizing it, and I'm afraid I can't help making the prose as long-winded as a dog that can't stop eating braised pork ribs, soy-braised chicken, stir-fried beef, and rice mixed with meat and bones.
3. This author suffers from three chilling illnesses: no favorites, no comments, and no views. As a result, I often shamelessly act cute and beg for affection.
