"Aunt Gu, I've been confessing to you for half a year now..."
Li Zhiyan's words
pulled Gu Wanzhou's thoughts back to that sweltering summer vacation, to the day when Li Zhiyan had publicly confessed his feelings for her.
It was deeply etched in her memory,
making it impossible for her to forget what happened that day.
"Xiao Yan, bringing up this matter again."
"Of course, I have to talk about it, it's the beautiful beginning of our love story."
"Talking about love again..."
As Gu Wanzhou felt helplessly overwhelmed, she also experienced a sweet sensation.
Li Zhiyan's affection for her
really had never ceased.
"Of course it's about love, true love doesn't care about age."
"Aunt Gu, when will you be with me?"
"Auntie can't be with you."
Even though a lot had happened between her and Li Zhiyan, and her wrist would often ache,
in Gu Wanzhou's heart, her relationship with Li Zhiyan was always seen as taboo.