"In the future, you don't need to give me flowers." Shi Qingqing stared at him, very seriously, "I don't think we're very likely."
"Do you have someone you like?" Zhao Ye asked.
"Yeah, a man I've liked for more than four years." Shi Qingqing suddenly smiled.
The snowflakes fell on her and melted instantly.
"Does he like you?"
"Probably... doesn't like me!"
"Will you give up on liking him?" Zhao Ye asked.
"No!"
"Then I won't either." Zhao Ye said with focused determination, "If you ever get tired and don't want to like him anymore, I still like you."
"I don't want to delay you. You are a good person, really. Being with you is very pleasant, happy, and comfortable, but my heart is not moved..."
"Qingqing, I'm not in a hurry, I'll wait for you."
Watching his car leave, indeed, that's how things often are in this world.
The person she doesn't like loves her deeply.
But the person she likes is far away, eager to push her away.
The snow above stopped suddenly.
