They met when they were eight years old. She had been following him step by step, hoping that he would look back at her, but his eyes were always looking forward, and he never wanted to look back at her who was trying to follow his pace. From the beginning of eight years to the age of eighteen, for him, these ten years had already been planned, and these ten years were just a blink of an eye. But for her, these ten years seemed like a lifetime. All the unresponsive enthusiasm was worn out. On her eighteenth birthday, they stood in front of the cake. One second before blowing out the candles, she asked him a question she had asked countless times: 'Brother Chen, have you ever liked me since you were a child? Even if there is not a single harsh word, it is both expected and unexpected. It was obviously an answer that should be cried, but Xia Anan smiled softly and whispered in his ear in a voice that only the two of them could hear, 'I understand, Han Luochen, I won't pester you anymore. This is my promise to you and my eighteenth birthday wish'. Han Luochen felt that he had been waiting for this answer for ten years, but when he heard it with his own ears, his heart ached. When the candles were blown out and darkness fell all around him, he felt that his heart had been torn open for no reason and could never be closed again.