Synopsis
"I love you. Goodnight." That one line, said every single night — it was the only soft, romantic thing Zhao Ziqiang ever did. Over the years, Qian Wang's feelings about it kept changing. He liked it at first, then got used to it, then got tired of it, then couldn't stand it anymore, then learned to put up with it... and eventually just stopped registering it entirely. Seven years of that. "Do you hate me?" The moment the words came out, Qian Wang wished he could take them back. Zhao Ziqiang let out a quiet sigh, a small smile on…
