After what happened on Mu Mian's sixteenth birthday, he no longer held any hope that she would love him.
He was just getting her used to being taken care of.
He cultivated her habits to be so difficult and frail that no one else could bear it, providing her with a life as delicate as silk, every little detail. In time, no one could surpass him, and he would become her habit, her dependence.
He was willing to let her depend on him for a lifetime.
Gong Heng never understood what love was, what it meant to be in love.
He only knew that being together all the time, having her by his side, coming home to her sweet smile when he was exhausted,
Resting at night with her fragrant, soft body in his arms.
Having her sit by his side while eating.
Occasionally lying on the couch, telling her stories.
Drying her hair for her after she bathed.
Holding her hand with his larger one when they went out.
He could give her anything she asked for, including the stars that were born in the sky.
