This was the first New Year's celebration they had together after getting married.
It was also the eleventh year since they had met.
He still remembered that day outside the Qingzhou high-speed rail station, where Fu Yanlin braved the heavy rain and waited for several hours, not daring to take a step away, fearing he would miss Wen Sheng passing by.
In his lifetime, his heart had never felt such a tumult of nervousness.
From the first moment they reunited, Fu Yanlin had been planning one thing: how to make Wen Sheng his own.
Later, in the hotel, Fu Yanlin stood alone in the lobby, drafting lots of text messages over and over, but in the end, he only sent Wen Sheng three words.
"Hang out?"
Their story officially began with this text message.
Many things happened later, and Fu Yanlin had even thought about separating. But how could he extricate himself when he had already fallen so deep?
If he couldn't let go, then he might as well love earnestly.
