"These are okay, but not enough," he said, gently touching her hair, "They can just barely match up to you."
I can just barely match up to you, as for anyone besides me, they are not worthy to be paired with you.
Cheng Weiyue sat in the pale, tipsy morning light, hearing her own heart thudding audibly.
That sound was saying, "Cheng Weiyue, there will be no one else."
There will be no one who, like Zhou Jingwei, can make you so happy and yet so moved.
Zhao Ruolan went out to buy groceries early in the morning; that's how the markets in the alleys work – you have to be early. Once you're late, all the good produce is gone.
Zhao Ruolan was wandering alone through the market with a basket, when suddenly she heard someone calling her from behind.
"Auntie Zhao!"
Zhao Ruolan turned around and saw the kid, Jiang Jinran, standing amid the buzzing crowd, smiling and waving at her cheerfully.
