In the winter when it snowed for the first time in Yangcheng in nearly ten years, Xu Wenqiu met Ke Jiayi, and this one sight was something he would never forget.
She originally wanted to figure it out slowly, but it seemed that the development of the plot was out of her control. Inexplicably, her wish came true, "Do you really want to stop thinking about it?" She asked.
"No, I have been waiting for this day for a long time."
Ke Jiayi has believed that the world's emotions are full of deception and lies since he was a child. He does not trust or rely on others. He originally thought that he would spend his whole life in such a closed life. Until those two accidents appeared, he could no longer deceive himself. In fact, he also longed for a normal life.
"That's what I think." Ke Jiayi looked at Xu Wenqiu's plush head, rubbed her head lovingly, and buried the unsaid words in her heart. It was enough to cherish the happiness now and let the five years be buried in the soil with the wind.
Ke Jiayi went downstairs to throw away the garbage. He confidently handed over his space to Xu Wenqiu, completely forgetting his secret. In the blink of an eye, he went upstairs and found that his little girlfriend's eyes were red. He panicked for a moment, wiped and wiped her and asked again and again. Finally, he heard Xu Wenqiu say in a twitching voice, "Why didn't you say you liked me for so long before?"
Five years ago, Ke Jiayi allowed Xu Wenqiu to make noise around him because of a hint of warmth. Five years ago, it seemed that liking her and following her had become Ke Jiayi's habit. He has his arrogance, his scruples, and his inferiority complex, but he is willing to change for her.
The flowers of the high mountain will also bow their heads to love.
Motto: Life may be difficult, but there will always be someone who can light up the long road for you.