Living With a Temperamental Adonis: 99 Proclamations of Love

“Ten years, 3,650 nights… In those 3,650 nights, he has been my guardian angel, looking after me without me knowing.

“We both laugh while looking at the sky. We talked and talked until we both were crying…”

As the song continued, Song Qingchun looked at the glittering lights of many coolers and continued softly. “He’s not my first but will be my last. Meeting him is the best thing that has ever happened to me.”

“It seems that we’ve both been loved by someone before. Those dreams that were perfect to the point of not needing to be remedied…”

Without rehearsing, Su Zhinian picked up the moment Song Qingchun put her microphone down. “I was lucky; my years of searching were not in vain. Ten years later, I finally found her again in school.”

“The many similar kinds of tenderness, there are also different kinds of sadness…”

Several memories, Song Qingchun had experienced, but she could not remember. It was through his diary that the memories had returned to her. She picked up the microphone again to say, “Do you know what the most heart-breaking distance in the world is? It’s when he has been looking for me, but I’ve forgotten all about him.”

“Two friends that have been friends for many years, the reasons that our two loves came and went…”

With the song in the background, Su Zhinian used the lightest tone to reminisce about their youthful reunion. “Even though, at the time, she couldn’t remember me, to be able to see her every day was enough. To see her walking through the mall with her friends, lugging the stacks of homework to the teacher’s lounge, laughing with her friends at the school fields, those were the colors of my bleary and gray existence.”

“After the events have happened and the times have changed, we both reminisced on the side of the road…”

Listening to Su Zhinian, Song Qingchun felt tears pricking her eyes. She tried to maintain the curve of her smile and the calmness in her tone. When he finished, she continued. “Even though I couldn’t remember him, looking back, I’m really touched. He defended me when I was bullied by gangsters, he worked nights as a waiter to buy me a present that I liked, and when I left school late at night, he would be following a distance behind me to keep watch over me…”

Song Qingchun was a sentimental person. Many times, when Su Zhinian made her heart feel warmed, she would reciprocate it by being sweet to him as well. However, this was the first time she had expressed her feelings to him so openly. Instead of shame and shyness, she felt weirdly comforted, like everything was right.

“That dream in which we were slapped in the face was like the sound of rumbling thunder…” As the thunder effect drifted out of the audio system, Song Qingchun swallowed back a tear to finish her sentence. “…I believe, the luckiest I’ve ever been in my life was when I met Su Zhinian.”

“We have all been forgotten, all have been forgotten for a long time…”

As the song reached the chorus, their story reached its chorus as well.

Su Zhinian opened his lips and continued in the same airy tone. “God has been kind to me. Through a coincidence, I happened to move into her house, but our first meeting was bad. When I greeted her, I accidentally gripped her hand a bit too tightly, giving her a bad first impression.”