As far as Song Zhuxi was concerned, Taixiu, her former fiancé, was a thing of the past, an unfamiliar stranger. They could not even be considered friends. In fact, when the two met, Taixiu seemed not to recognize her at all.
Or perhaps he had recognized her and was simply pretending not to see her.
But Song Zhuxi had photos of Taixiu.
She did not believe Taixiu had no photos of her.
And precisely because she had those photos, even though the two of them had never met face-to-face, she recognized him at first sight.
A few months ago, she had still wondered what would happen when she met Taixiu. Would her heart surge uncontrollably? Would they feel awkward, not knowing how to greet each other?
But no matter what, she had never imagined that their reunion would take place under such circumstances.
The most familiar of strangers.
No phrase could describe them more aptly.
In short.
Taixiu was not only a thing of the past, but merely the most insignificant frame in her memories.
Her precious memories, the moments most worth remembering, were all with Ding Ling.
Thinking of this, a glimmer of emotion flashed through her beautiful eyes. She stepped forward, rose onto her toes, wrapped her arms around Ding Ling's neck, and took the initiative to kiss him. Then she buried her head in his embrace and murmured:
"Ding Ling, do you think we can grow old together?"
As long as you want to, we can.
Of course I want to. I really, really do. But can we really?
We can.
Ding Ling, you're wonderful.
Song Zhuxi was moved. *Thank you for being willing to tolerate and accompany such an ordinary, unremarkable person like me. I'm so grateful and touched. I will cherish all of this in