The promise sealed with our lips; it was like silk in the wind – floating, broken, yet tough. We met in our first year of high school. He saw my contempt, but silently continued cleaning. In our second year, he kneeled in front of me while enduring the ridicule of others, “Can you beat me up to vent your anger, and forgive me?” From then on they had several encounters: that horrible wound in physical education cla.s.s, the guilt of the one wearing the 3/4 pants, the bruised and battered body that showed itself in front of my eyes, that carried the trembling me……. In our third year, we fell out because of the anger from being betrayed – but now that I think about it, how could that have been betrayal, why did he dare to be friends with me? Even though it was because of my rejection that he once again got beat up, what hung on his lips were still “I was the one who lied to you, it’s my fault for making you angry.” s.h.i.+ Yan couldn’t help help but lift his head up and control the heat in his eyes, while his ears were still ringing from Hei Nuo’s words that were filled with grat.i.tude, “You are the one who treats me the best!”
