Not just Fu Yanli-probably everyone's New Year's wish was for Jiang Xun to recover soon and no longer have to suffer the torment of illness.
Jiang Xun always seemed optimistic, and with him there, the Spring Festival passed in a fairly lively, cheerful atmosphere.
The Spring Festival fell in February, and once it was over, Fu Yanli's birthday was drawing near.
March sixth. Jiang Xun had always remembered the date. In their years together, they had celebrated every occasion, big and small.
This year, Fu Yanli clearly had little desire to celebrate his birthday.
Jiang Xun felt differently. He rushed excitedly into Fu Yanli's study, wrapped his arms around the man's neck from behind, and said with a smile, "Let's go up the mountain to watch the sunrise the day after tomorrow. I overslept when we went camping last year and missed it."
Fu Yanli stopped typing and pushed against the floor with his toes, swiveling his office chair around to face Jiang Xun.
"Xiao Xun."
The moment Jiang Xun heard his tone, he knew he wouldn't agree. Sure enough, Fu Yanli took his hand and held it in his palm, saying gently:
"It's too cold up on the mountain. We'll go once you're better."
"This again. Every time I want to do something, that's what you say."
Jiang Xun looked a little angry. As he spoke, he pushed Fu Yanli's hand away and crouched on the floor, hugging his knees. He bent over and rested his chin on them, curling into a ball.
He paused, then muttered quietly, "What if I never get better?"
Fu Yanli's expression shifted slightly, and his tone turned serious. "Xiao Xun, don't say things like that."
Unhappy, Jiang Xun was about to snap back, but when he saw the emotion in the man's eyes,