The Ones Who Pinky Promised

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Song Zaiyi has a childhood sweetheart who's not worth much.

They grew up together. Supposedly, on the day she was born, Shen Jiyu, just over two months old, was carried out to wait outside the delivery room.

But anyone with eyes can see how much Shen Jiyu is worth.

At 187 centimeters, with a handsome face and a roguish air, a family trust to fall back on from birth, and excellent grades, he's the absolute darling of the heavens.

He never lacks for admirers. Only Song Zaiyi doesn't take him seriously.

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Shen Jiyu has a childhood sweetheart who is a little slow on the uptake.

He'd lost count of how many guys had stood in front of Song Zaiyi to confess, only to be coldly turned away before they could even speak, with a single, "Sorry, classmate, you're in my way."

He also knew that, with her family's status, so many things had come too easily to Song Zaiyi, so she didn't know how to treasure them.

But it was fine. He didn't blame her. He could teach her.

Teach her to cherish what she had.

Teach her to like him, and only him.

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Then came another sunset.

Shen Jiyu leaned against the wall at the end of the corridor, head bowed as he bandaged his wound. Before long, someone stopped in front of him, then tossed a bottle of red antiseptic into his arms.

"Thanks for what you did today."

At her words, Shen Jiyu looked up at Song Zaiyi, now standing face-to-face with him. Her skin looked even paler in the sunset, her limbs slender.

He fucking wanted to protect her for the rest of his life.

He raised an eyebrow and took a step toward her. "That's all I get? Just words?"

The atmosphere shifted for a moment.

Song Zaiyi gave a low laugh, tugged at his collar, crooked from the fight, and rose on her toes to kiss him on the lips.

"My first kiss. Is that sincere enough?"

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If the ability to love without worrying about the consequences or being afraid to lose is a gift, then Shen Jiyu's gift was loving Song Zaiyi.

Nothing more, nothing less, from birth to death.

Rascal young master x the childhood sweetheart who's his bitter fruit, but still his fruit

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My next novel will be The Lost Paradise

Xu Wanqiao had forgotten how things began between her and Song Yanci.

She only remembered that it seemed to start on the day her wisdom tooth began to ache.

A torrential rain loomed on the horizon. The lighter in Song Yanci's hand clicked out, and he reached out to stroke her face, asking hoarsely, "Do you want to come home with me?"

For a preview, see chapters 86-93 of After the Rain.

Theme: May all the waiting lead to a season when we can love each other