In the past, Xia Tang always said to him, why did you bother to pick me up, a loser, in the first place? Without me, you would be much better off now.
Whenever he hears this, Yan Zheng always smiles and shakes his head without saying anything. How could Xia Tang know that without him, Yan Zheng would never be "alive".
Xia Tang, you always think that you owe me a lot, but have you ever thought about how lonely I would be in this world without you? How can we tell clearly who depends on whom?
Xia Tang, the fact that I won't let you take my last name has always been a knot in your heart. How could I let you know? How could I let you take that person's last name? How could I let you take the last name of someone like me? Your future must not be as useless as ours.
Xia Tang, you are the summer begonia flower, you should always bloom.