"Who's planning to cry!" Cheng Weiyue lightly patted his shoulder, "With so many people around! It would be embarrassing to cry on your back—I certainly won't do that!"
Zhou Jingwei saw her reaction and the smile deepened at the corners of his lips, "It's good that you won't, because if you cried, I'd have to comfort you."
The two bantered all the way, and all other sounds seemed to become very distant.
Leaning on each other in the snow, it felt as though in this noisy, vast world, only the two of them existed.
How wonderful, Cheng Weiyue thought, if it could really be like this, how wonderful that would be.
She would definitely hide Zhou Jingwei away like a rare treasure, as her heart's precious, and give him the best of everything she owned.
Because she felt pain for his past, the burdens he bore, and his lack of control over his own life.
She understood him, his unavoidable circumstances.
Love is essentially about acceptance and favoritism.