Ever since Dong Xuebin moved to the North Entrance of Heping Street, he had known Qu Yunxuan. Back then, seeing Mom address her as a sister, he had no choice but to call her Aunt Xuan. Then, only a few days later, he was utterly captivated by Aunt Xuan's innate gentleness and secretly fell in love with her. For one year, two years, three years, through countless days and nights, Dong Xuebin had fantasized about holding Aunt Xuan's hand while strolling through the streets, about holding her hand at the movies. And today, four years later, this wish that he had thought could never come true had actually been fulfilled. It felt unbelievable, almost sudden. An immense sense of happiness had surrounded him from all directions. He was nothing but thrilled, nothing but excited.
Beside him, Aunt Xuan was still reading the newspaper, though who knew what she was thinking about.
Dong Xuebin secretly glanced at her and held her hand. "Aunt Xuan, your hand is really fair."
"Smooth talker." Qu Yunxuan grabbed the newspaper and smacked him lightly on the chest, her face flushing as she spat softly. "Keep talking nonsense and I'll tear that mouth of yours apart."
"I'm just stating facts." It was Dong Xuebin's first time holding hands with a woman, and he was a little nervous. "Um, cough, do you have any more movies? Romance ones."
Qu Yunxuan said irritably, "No."
"Come on, we're both off today anyway. Let's watch something for a while."
Aunt Xuan rolled her eyes at him. "No romance movies. Want to watch something about ghosts?"
"Uh, that works too. Where are the discs?" Dong Xuebin went over to the TV cabinet and found the newest Final Destination movie. He put the disc into the DVD player, switched the input with