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    Prologue

    Have you ever understood a poem because you fell in love with someone?

    Have you ever understood a poem because you fell in love with someone?

    One day in October 2018, Lin Xian, a highly sought-after author with numerous intellectual properties to her name, sat in the brilliantly lit interview room of a television station.

    She wore only light makeup, dressed in a simple white shirt and a short skirt. Unlike the high-spirited twenty-four or twenty-five-year-olds most people imagined, she was unexpectedly calm and composed.

    As the interview drew to a close, the exquisitely made-up female host smiled with a touch of mischief as she asked the final question. “I’m asking this on behalf of your countless infatuated fans. Author Dada1, are you looking for a partner?”

    In an instant, Lin Xian’s always calm and composed expression shifted slightly, the faint smile on her lips gradually fading away.

    The interview had gone smoothly from start to finish. Lin Xian had been exceptionally cooperative, making the host feel a warm sense of rapport. This question hadn’t been in the original script; it was an impromptu addition. Although a little personal, it was mostly well-intentioned teasing, meant as a lighthearted closing question—harmless enough in nature. She hadn’t expected Lin Xian’s expression to change so suddenly because of it.

    The host was left feeling rather awkward. What she didn’t know was that the moment the question was asked, Lin Xian suddenly remembered the winter she first met Xiao Wanqing.

    Back then, wearing a little white dress in a lobby as bright as this studio, she had followed her mother’s introductions, systematically greeting guests, accepting gifts, and offering her thanks. That was until she saw Xiao Wanqing.

    To her, Xiao Wanqing was different from everyone else. When Xiao Wanqing smiled, a small dimple appeared on her left cheek, and her eyes curved into crescent moons. Shimmering as if they held a scattering of stars, her entire being seemed to glow.

    Her mother introduced her: “This is your Grandpa Xiao’s daughter. She’s a good friend of mine. You met her when you were very little. You should call her Auntie.”

    At that moment, she had stared unblinkingly at Xiao Wanqing, mindlessly echoing, “Auntie.”

    Xiao Wanqing smiled in acknowledgment, handing over a gift with both hands. In a warm and gentle voice, she said, “Xianxian, happy birthday.”

    After receiving the birthday gift from Xiao Wanqing with both hands, she suddenly found herself unwilling to move. Tilting her head, she hesitated for a moment before finally gathering her courage to declare loudly, “Auntie, you’re so beautiful. I want to marry you.”

    Instantly, the hall erupted in laughter. Even her mother doubled over laughing, stepping in to smooth things over. “Children’s words carry no harm, children’s words carry no harm!”

    She hadn’t understood why everyone was laughing when she had been so utterly sincere. For a moment, she was filled with panic and embarrassment, on the verge of tears.

    Only Xiao Wanqing knelt down to meet her at eye level. Gently pinching her nose, she smiled and promised, “Alright, we’ll talk about it when you grow up.”

    “We’ll talk about it when you grow up.” Xiao Wanqing had spoken with such warmth and sincerity—just as she would years later, when she lightly kissed her forehead to soothe her, saying, “Let’s discuss it when your holidays start.”

    She was always like that, wrapping even her refusals in bone-deep tenderness and consideration.

    The polite smile on Lin Xian’s face gradually faded. Ultimately, her thin lips pressed into a tight, cold line.

    Xiao Wanqing, I’ve grown up now, and the holidays will never come again. When will you come to marry me?


    The author has something to say:

    Hello, is anyone there? I’m back~

    This author has turned over a new leaf~~ No need to worry, everyone! I guarantee a happy ending where they grow old together! (〃’▽’〃)~


    Footnotes

    1. Zuozhe Dada is a colloquial internet honorific used by fans and readers to address authors.

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