She remembered asking him: "When I grow old, will I be your neighbor?"
He smiled softly: "Of course."
Song Linjia once thought this was just a joke question and answer. Little did he know that the person who asked was serious, and the person who answered was also serious.
She held the book, and the image of him sleeping on the desk many years ago appeared in front of her eyes. The faint sunlight shone all over his body, and his raised hair was slightly brown. Maybe she fell in love with him at that moment.
A man with such a gentle and warm smile.
Conception: