That was the last time Xixi saw the seriousness in Lu Zicheng's eyes. The outer corners of his eyes tilted up slightly, tinged grapefruit red, and raindrops slid down from his forehead.
"All right," the girl said with a quiet laugh, lowering her head as she took the clothes from the boy. "I'll agree to it this once." She turned away, trying to keep the tears from spilling out of her red-rimmed eyes.
"Youzi, have I ever told you that I actually remember it all?"
"I remember the moon that night and every word you said."
"Your happiness and goodness were so pure. I came to admire you without a moment's hesitation."
"Even if we can't be together, you'll always be one tenth of me."
The novice author lies on the ground, struggling to write the blurb, and waves with a smile.
Theme: You'll always be one tenth of me
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I like you so much ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.