Elegant Words, Fine Deeds

Do you also remember someone like this, someone you once loved passionately, loving them until death could not part you?

He came into your life, then left, then came back again. He lit up your entire youth. No matter how much time passed, you still liked him so, so much, like the wind traveling eight hundred miles without asking when it would return.

Even after giving up on him a thousand times in your heart, all it takes is one sweet word from him for you to throw yourself at him ten thousand more times.

A joke made when they were young tied their fates together from that day on. They met, got to know each other, grew close, and then parted. They were entangled for ten years, spending seven years in love and three years trying to forget each other. But whenever they woke from dreams in the middle of the night, who was it that lay awake, tossing and turning?

I received your flowers at seventeen. I hope to drink your wine at twenty-seven.

I'm no good at writing blurbs. This is a story about love and waiting, about hurting each other,

and ultimately taking the heroine and her little dumpling home together.

One day,

Tang Dongyi asked, "Do you still love me?"

Qi Jiayao replied, "You don't deserve to say that word to me."

Tang Dongyi clicked her tongue twice and said, "You're really holding a grudge. Well, I'll tell you: I had your child." (The woman smirked triumphantly.)