"I will only accept white roses from you, do you understand?" Cheng Weiyue said a bit fiercely, "No one else's will do."
Zhou Jingwei was both moved and distressed by these words.
In the previous 28 years of his life, he had never thought that one day he would love someone so deeply.
If he had known sooner, he surely wouldn't have spent those times evading and wasting away; he would have done everything within his power to prepare for their future.
To him, the appearance of Cheng Weiyue was an aspiration he had never dared to hope for...
Not a wish, but an aspiration.
In the tumult of life, how could he have known that one day there would be someone who would consider him their one and only?
He had originally thought he was no longer worthy of love.
But then one day, a girl with the voice of silver bells said to him, it's not that you are unworthy, but that only you are the right match for me....
How wonderful, how could he bear to let go?
