In the past, Song Qingchu was always chasing after Nan Hexing. He ran, she chased.
He ran so fast he practically took off, but she just grabbed a ladder and kept chasing.
Then one day, she stopped chasing, and he stopped running.
He even started showing up in front of her every few days, sometimes taking off his clothes, sometimes cuddling up to her.
Every now and then, he’d bring her a gift, like a braised pork knuckle he’d already taken a bite out of, or some hibiscus pastries he’d made himself.
The people around them couldn’t stand to watch Nan Hexing give her these things.
“Can’t you give her something normal girls like? Gold and jewels? Makeup?”
“Song Qingchu isn’t a normal girl. She doesn’t like that stuff. She likes food.”
“Doesn’t she like anything besides food?”
“She does.”
“What is it? Why not give her that instead?”
“I can’t.”
“Why not? What is it? Is it hard to find?”
“It’s… me.”
…
Song Qingchu asked, “Why is it that every time you show up, either red petals are flying everywhere or snow is swirling around?”
The man didn’t even raise an eyelid. He replied in his mild, unhurried way, “You’re cursed with romantic entanglements. If I didn’t claim all your poetic beauty and captivating charm for myself, given your self-control, you’d have run off all over the world with someone else by now.”
Cursed with romantic entanglements? Song Qingchu’s eye twitched as she glanced at the “captivating charm.”
Well, she didn’t see any peach blossoms, but there was an ice flower right there.
“Were you chanting a warding spell when you said that?”
Theme: Never give up on anyone, and never forget a single ray of sunshine
