When We Meet

“Cui Wanglin...” The moment Pei Nanzhi looked up and saw who had arrived, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes.

“Mm.” Cui Wanglin leaned against the doorframe and answered without much emotion.

The air froze for a moment. Pei Nanzhi couldn't make out Cui Wanglin's expression, much less understand it.

She didn't know what Cui Wanglin thought of her now, and she had no right to ask.

“Then I hope we'll get along from now on,” Pei Nanzhi said politely.

“No need, is there?” Cui Wanglin looked down at her, his dark eyes unreadable.

…

“It's getting late. I'll get some rest. Thanks for today.” With that, Pei Nanzhi shut the door as if fleeing.

The corner of Cui Wanglin's mouth twitched slightly. Then he returned to his room, closed the door, and collapsed onto the bed.

He closed his eyes. After a while, he picked up his phone, unlocked it, and opened the photo album. He scrolled all the way down to the last folder. It contained only one photo, and its name was just one word.

Her.

She was Pei Nanzhi.

The photo showed a girl holding a sprig of red beans. She was wearing a long dress and looked about eight years old, standing beneath a tree.

That night, the moon was half-hidden, its light spilling over her. She was so beautiful, so beautiful, and in Pei Nanzhi's eyes was the person holding the camera.

Cui Wanglin.

Theme: A lifetime of companionship is true love