Qi happy still doesn't know that her short hair and bangs have been wandering around in Wei Daoqing's mind for eight years.
Countless obscure dreams, every bloody moment, every second when he was about to give up during special training, the female high school student always appeared quietly, her face blurred, Wei Daoqing could not see her facial features clearly, he only felt that she seemed to be waving her hand, and he could not tell whether it was hello or goodbye.
Wei Daoqing hated himself in high school, especially his ruined body and weak soul. But because of Qi happy, he is always grateful for his fate.
Until that day, with the blood all over the floor and the suffocating space, Wei Daoqing finally realized that he would be leaving her for a long time. In the past few years, how he missed her and dreamed about her, and how he couldn't dream about her because he didn't dare to miss her...
"Don't worry," the girl smiled slyly, covering her mouth with one hand, as if she was afraid that others would hear her, "I will protect you from now on."
The broken hair that was tucked behind his ears naturally fell in front of his ears. In order to see his face, Qi happy almost pressed half of his face onto the test paper. Wei Daoqing had no place to hide. He stared directly into the depths of those amber pupils from top to bottom, as if a desperate man had jumped into the deep sea only to find a gleaming treasure.
Intention: If you sow melons, you will reap melons; if you sow beans, you will reap beans.