Ye Shikai gave a sly smile, faced Su Ziqing's questioning, and without answering, he walked back upstairs to his room. From under the bed, he took out a box, gently blew the dust off it, carefully wiped it down, and the dark wooden box already bore the marks of time. Ye Shikai gently opened the box, a guitar quietly lay inside. Beside the guitar, a yellowed postcard caught Ye Shikai's eyes, and on it, a line of neat fountain pen writing drew his gaze.
"Xixi, this is your birthday gift. Do you like it? I'm waiting for you to play 'Love's Romance' for me."
Ye Shikai's body trembled slightly, and the deeply buried memories replayed in his mind. After so many years, he thought he had moved on, but revisiting those memories still deeply moved him. She had always lived in his heart.
Ye Shikai closed his eyes, as if falling through a time tunnel, seemingly returning to his ninth-grade year.
