In everyone else's eyes, Qing Jiayan was quiet and well-behaved, like a docile little lamb.
Jian Size scoffed. They had no idea how hard she hit him. She was a little ball of salt, and she was poisonous.
"Look at Xiaoyan. She's pretty and does well in school. At this rate, someone might sweep her off her feet one day, and then you'll be left regretting it."
That was Jian Size's mother, secretly hoping to make Xiaoyan her future daughter-in-law.
Jian Size scoffed again, but he started paying attention in class and checking his reflection in the mirror whenever he went out.
A handsome guy who does well in school is the perfect match for a little ball of salt.
But when Qing Jiayan stopped paying attention to him and focused on her studies instead, Jian Size felt wronged.
He wanted to get beaten up.
He was sick and needed a hug from his little ball of salt to get better.
He holds boundless romance in his hands, and a wildfire of stars burns in his eyes.
How glad I am to have met you in this life.
P.S.
1. One-on-one romance, happy ending. Just sweet romance all the way.
2. Mutual pining and lots of affection.
3. I write for love. No personal attacks, please. If it's not your thing, click away.
