Live and die together.
If anyone else had said those words, Ding Ding would never have believed them.
For adults, giving seventy or eighty percent of their sincerity in a relationship was enough to count someone as a confidant. No one laid everything bare without holding anything back.
At least, that was how it was for Ding Ding.
But coming from a fool whose words spoke his heart, they left no room for doubt, and Ding Ding could only offer up his own heart in return.
"What do you want for dinner?"
"Meat!" Bai Congming's eyes darted around. "Sweet meat!"
Ding Ding took a large slab of Three-Layer Pork Belly out of the fridge to thaw, mentally working out what vegetables to buy at the market to go with it.
Bai Congming used to be very thin, and his pale skin had made him look even more fragile. After more than half a year of Ding Ding feeding him, he had grown increasingly plump.
Especially his belly, which felt soft when Ding Ding pressed against it.
He drove Bai Congming to the Flower Nursery in the Old Man's Joy, then bought some carrots at the market on his way back. As the little vehicle turned into Hongfang Street, he saw two people standing outside his home.
After three days in the hospital, Zheng Xixi looked a little better. Supported by Zheng Wang, she kept glancing toward the street entrance.
Ding Ding had guessed they would come, but he had not expected them so soon. The first lunar month was not even over, and they were already at his door.
He parked the Old Man's Joy by the roadside and got out with his vegetables. He did not treat them too coldly, opening the gate and inviting them inside.
Looked at