Yu Nian looked at the fluorite handed to him, remaining silent for a long time.

When he lost his fluorite, he lost his composure, searching inch by inch into the school late at night. But it was incredibly difficult to find a piece of fluorite in such a vast campus. Ying Quanshen and Zhang Yunyao accompanied him at the time, and they were exhausted, but they didn’t dare to say anything to stop him from searching, only watching him carefully.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up, sitting on the steps, drinking ice-cold beer to drown his sorrows, almost making himself sick.

But while he lost one, Qi Wang coincidentally bought another one.

It was somewhat like it was meant to be.

Qi Wang’s every word was so solemn and touching, and Yu Nian only felt his heart tightening and relaxing, beating irregularly.

He asked Qi Wang, “Is this your way of confessing to me?”

“Yes.”

Qi Wang said quickly, as if afraid that his expectations would be shattered if he waited a second longer.

“Eight years ago, you confessed to me here, and for so many years, you’ve been pursuing me, choosing me firmly. Can I pursue you now?”

Qi Wang paused, he really didn’t know what sweet words to say. Although the art world always produced romantic wanderers, he seemed to have inherited his mother’s reserved seriousness, not knowing how to cheer people up.

He could only awkwardly add, “From now on, wherever you go, I’ll go with you.”

Yu Nian suddenly laughed lightly.

The train clanged as it approached the station, slowing down. Sunlight filtered through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the tracks, and the bracelets on the support poles swayed gently, making a soft clinking sound.

Yu Nian suddenly noticed that just behind Qi Wang, there were several crooked little stickers on the train wall, but he didn’t know which child had left them there.

Perhaps the train attendant hadn’t noticed, as these stickers had been stuck there all along.

And the innermost sticker was a heart, slightly curled at the edges due to its age.

He averted his gaze and met the earnest face of Qi Wang, a person who had never been one to joke around since his youth. He wasn’t witty or cheerful, nor did he know how to say pleasing words.

But he happened to like him.

The train arrived, emitting a long whistle.

Yu Nian handed over the necklace with the fluorite pendant, the silver chain wrapped around his fingers.

He didn’t wear it around his neck but wound it around his wrist, using it as a bracelet, with the fluorite pendant gently hanging.

“I’ll take the fluorite, as for you…” Yu Nian paused for a moment, a hint of a smile in his eyes, “I reluctantly accepted you too.”

After saying that, he stood up, stepped off the train lightly, but before he could take a few steps, his wrist was grabbed.

Qi Wang grabbed him, pulling him back, and their shoulders bumped together.

Yu Nian barely lifted his eyes before Qi Wang’s kiss landed on him.

The sunlight heated the window slightly, and the scenery outside was desolate and lonely. This hill had stood witness to countless farewells and reunions.

The shadows of Yu Nian and Qi Wang fell on the ground, intertwined and inseparable, Yu Nian slightly tilting his head back, his chest pounding.

All unfinished words melted away in this kiss.

They were eventually chased off the train by the conductor.

Indeed, it was a return to the old place, the scene repeating itself.

Even the scene of being urged off the train by the conductor was almost the same, except that the female conductor from many years ago was no longer there, replaced by an old man. When he entered the train, he saw Qi Wang holding Yu Nian’s face, quite startled, and exclaimed, “What are you two doing!”

Yu Nian had to pull Qi Wang out in embarrassment, thinking he might never come back here again in his life.

But after running so far in one breath, he was exhausted and had to stop, leaning against a tree to catch his breath.

His cheeks flushed, breathing heavily, while Qi Wang breathed steadily, showing no signs of exertion.

Yu Nian couldn’t help but wonder why their physical fitness differed so much, even though both of them were in the arts field…

But he also knew it wasn’t because of their professions.

Leaning against the tree, the air in the mountains was fresh and slightly cold, the sky clear.

He looked at Qi Wang, and as he looked, he remembered his embarrassed appearance just now, and he couldn’t help but smile again. At first, it was just a few soft chuckles, but later, he couldn’t stop. It felt like he had never felt so relieved before.

Qi Wang was baffled by his laughter.

What exactly was he laughing about, Yu Nian couldn’t explain. But over these seven or eight years, it seemed like he had been enveloped in a thick cocoon, separated from the outside world by a layer, so much so that his emotions were also veiled in a fog, both laughter and tears were faint.

And now, it seemed like that cocoon had finally been cracked open from the outside.

After laughing enough, Yu Nian calmed his mood a bit and reached out, letting Qi Wang pull him up.

The two of them walked along the path, slowly heading out of the mining park. Halfway there, they met a young couple coming towards them, looking like college students. The girl held a bouquet of roses in her hand, only two or three stems, wrapped in a beautiful ribbon, but she smiled sweetly, like a cherished treasure.

Yu Nian’s gaze was drawn to the girl for a second, but then he looked at Qi Wang and in a split second, a thought occurred to him, “You just confessed to me, why didn’t you prepare roses?”

Qi Wang was also stunned.

He had no experience in love in his life, and both the first and second times were with Yu Nian. In the beginning, that period of love was indeed too short, and he only bought cute little potted plants for Yu Nian, teaching him how to water and fertilize them hand in hand. Yu Nian himself would buy some beautiful irises and lilies.

But luckily, he was a quick learner. He immediately corrected himself, “Wait a moment, I’ll go buy them now.”

Yu Nian stood on this side of the road, watching Qi Wang rush across the pedestrian crossing, rushing into a flower shop.

The scene was quite funny indeed. The owner of the flower shop was a young girl, trimming flower branches outside the door. Qi Wang came straight over, startling her.

But Qi Wang looked decent enough, and the girl quickly calmed down, warmly leading him into the shop to choose the type of roses.

A moment later, Qi Wang came out with a carefully wrapped bouquet of flowers.

Twelve highland red roses, passionate as fire. Qi Wang, dressed in all black, tall and cold, with a slender face, deep eyes, high nose, and thin lips, looked distinctly aloof and distant. But in this chilly winter, holding fiery roses, walking slowly through the quiet streets, he seemed like the protagonist stepping out of a romantic movie.

Enough to captivate any girl’s heart.

Including young men like Yu Nian.

Yu Nian couldn’t help but smile, but as he smiled, there was a hint of moisture in the corners of his eyes.

During the years he studied abroad, he received many roses every year, and many people lined up to ask him out on dates, inviting him to dance parties, but he never agreed once, so much so that rumors spread in the college, speculating that he might have some special beliefs and was dedicating his life to the gods.

Although these rumors were not malicious, Yu Nian was still annoyed like a little pufferfish.

At that time, he thought that when he found Qi Wang, he must have Qi Wang holding roses waiting for him after class, letting those who were gossiping see what a great boyfriend he had.

It was this kind of thought that supported him for many years.

And after many years, Qi Wang was indeed holding roses and walking towards him from the end of the street.

Just like in his dreams.

It was snowing lightly in the sky, and the tiny snowflakes had turned into water as soon as they touched the ground.

Qi Wang came over and handed the bouquet of fiery roses to Yu Nian.

“I don’t know if you like this kind,” Qi Wang said softly, “but the flower shop owner recommended it, saying it represents undying love, and many people buy it.”

Yu Nian chuckled, thinking that’s probably what every flower shop owner says.

But he still took it. Holding this bouquet of roses, his snow-white face was illuminated by the red roses, his eyes and brows shining.

“I like them,” he lowered his head to look at the flowers, then whispered softly, “I like everything you give me.”