一场葬礼，一辆自行车，和一个没有走的人

Last time, on a swing, Lu Xixiao softly asked Zhou Wan one thing: do you want to fall in love.

Back then, he was about to go abroad at once.

Today, let's keep going.

But fate chose this very moment to shove Zhou Wan hard — the grandmother she'd depended on for life was gone.

Grandma had been ill a long time, and in the end couldn't be kept.

All her life, Zhou Wan's world held only one family member — grandma; now that this person was gone, she suddenly felt hollow.

She shut herself in her room, not eating, not sleeping, in tears day and night.

Lu Xixiao saw it all, and it ached fiercely.

He was supposed to set off abroad, but at this point he went nowhere and stayed by Zhou Wan's side.

He handled grandma's funeral for her, sparing no detail; even the loan shark, remembering an old kindness, quietly took less interest.

And yet, even so, Zhou Wan still couldn't climb out of it.

One day, missing grandma too much, she fell into a heavy sleep at home; the kitchen water boiled over, put out the flame, and gas slowly spread through the room.

Just as she was about to be poisoned, Lu Xixiao rushed in, smashed the window, dragged her back from death's door, and got her to the hospital.

After she was discharged, the wound in her heart was harder to heal than the one on her body.

Lu Xixiao didn't say much; he just held her tightly, stayed day after day, and pulled her, bit by bit, up from the abyss.

Slowly, a little light returned to Zhou Wan's face.

Later, it was Zhou Wan's birthday.

She had once said, in passing, that she wanted a bicycle.

So Lu Xixiao stayed up a whole night at the arcade, winning round after round, until he'd won that bike.

Alone, he hauled that heavy bike up to the rooftop, just to make one small wish of hers come true before her eyes.

Not only that — to redeem the house Zhou Wan had nearly lost, Lu Xixiao sold the motorbike he treasured most.

And precisely then, Zhou Wan's mother appeared again, urging her to leave Lu Xixiao at once.

She said it bluntly: you and he are simply not from the same world.

But this time, Lu Xixiao didn't leave, and Zhou Wan didn't push him away again.

Grandma was gone, but Lu Xixiao was always there.

In the darkest stretch of that summer, it was he who pulled Zhou Wan, inch by inch, back out of the dark.

Only, that secret and that woman still lay pressed between the two of them, ready to detonate at any moment.

When someone has walked with you through your hardest days, could you push him away over one word from someone else?