"Yu Xing, will you marry me?"
The young woman looked up at him, the pull tab of the can in her hand gleaming silver-white in the moonlight.
He was stunned, his thoughts surging in an instant.
Ten years ago, the young woman had come to see him carrying a cake. In the bitter cold of winter, her cheeks were red from the cold, but her smile was more dazzling than sunlight. "Yu Xing, spend my birthday with me."
The rental room behind him was cramped and shabby, with a freshly made cup of instant noodles on the table.
Lowering his eyes, Yu Xing could even see his reflection in hers.
Perhaps the wind had been too strong and gotten in his eyes. Back then, he had almost cried.
His fists clenched, then relaxed. Without saying a word, he drove her away.
But she never learned her lesson, constantly throwing herself against a brick wall.
Yu Xing thought that one day, Song Wanjia's passion would finally wear out.
He dreaded that day, yet looked forward to it.
If love meant two people moving toward each other, Yu Xing knew he didn't deserve such happiness.
Cowardly, selfish, and overthinking everything: he knew what kind of person he was. He had thought a bleak life was all he was destined for, until a young woman named Song Wanjia appeared.
She resolutely took ninety-nine steps toward his darkness. For the last step, she ran.
"Yu Xing, I'm sharing this piece of cake with 'happiness' on it with you. It means I'm willing to give you my happiness."
"Then what about you?"
"All my joy comes from you."
