Qiao Xiaren also remembered: "That fireworks display back then was truly beautiful."
"Yes, you were particularly resistant to anyone getting close back then." Si Limo suddenly turned to look at her, reaching out to stroke her hair, his eyes growing deep. "If I hadn't taken the initiative, perhaps you wouldn't have been mine."
"Back then, you really were like a rascal. Strangely, I couldn't do anything about you." Qiao Xiaren smiled a little, "At that time, I was really too lonely."
Si Limo said nothing, wrapping her in his embrace.
Sometimes, preferring to be alone is due to the fear of being abandoned.
Over the years, they have walked through storms hand in hand.
"It's almost twelve, let's get out of the car." Si Limo suddenly squeezed Qiao Xiaren's hand and unbuckled her seatbelt with his other hand. They both laughed happily, just like young lovers newly in love.
