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Fang Ying had been planning Xu Qiuluo’s 30th birthday for half a month. But plans rarely keep up with reality—Xu Qiuluo was filming his new drama in France and wouldn’t be back in the country all month.


No matter how disappointed Fang was, he adjusted for the time difference and gave Xu Qiuluo a call. It was 6 a.m. Beijing time, less than an hour after Fang finished work, and he was ready to pass out. But the instant Xu Qiuluo answered, Fang snapped wide awake.

“I can only give you your gift when you come back,” Fang said, his voice heavy with obvious longing. “So hurry back soon.”

Xu Qiuluo’s heart was gently touched, like a soft feather brushing by. He said, “You started out as a singer, right? Can you sing me a song?”

“What do you want to hear?” Fang got out of bed to take a sip of water. He’d been filming all day, and his throat was still a bit hoarse.

“Just sing whatever you want most right now. I just suddenly want to hear your voice.”

“Okay.” Fang flopped back on the bed, set the phone next to his pillow, closed his eyes, and tapped softly on the bed with his fingertips.

“So long, and I can still see it,
I can feel your importance to me;
Not disturbed by dawn or dusk,
Every kindness of yours, I want to show off…”

Xu Qiuluo felt a soft tug at his heart.

This song was the very first song Fang Ying sang during a talent show five years ago. Xu Qiuluo had seen that episode. Fang was just eighteen then, his voice still carrying that unique youthful tone—pure and crisp. He flawlessly applied various singing techniques and sang the entire song with ease.

But the final judge said something that stung:
“Your voice fits this song perfectly, but I’m disappointed. You’re singing a love song, yet I can’t hear the person you want to meet in your voice.”

That judge gave him the lowest score, nearly preventing Fang from debuting.

Five years later, Fang sang that song to Xu Qiuluo again. His voice had lost that crispness, but gained more tenderness. Xu Qiuluo pressed the phone to his ear. In the silent night, it felt like Fang was right beside him, singing the lyrics directly to him:

“We went all around before meeting,
I understand your importance more than anyone;
That long ago, I decided,
Decided I won’t let go of your hand…”

Xu Qiuluo sniffled a little. On his 30th birthday, he surprisingly felt a tear welling up.

Months later, backstage, Fang was touching up makeup when his assistant showed him a clip of Xu Qiuluo filming in France.

It was the crew’s birthday celebration. Amid the cheers, Xu Qiuluo said, “How about singing an old song for everyone? Will you listen?”

The cameras nodded wildly.

Xu Qiuluo looked straight into the lens and sang seriously:

“I have a little crush on you,
But I’m so afraid to look into your eyes.
A little crush, a little hesitation,
Can’t believe I lose control of my feelings…”

The video abruptly cut off there.

Fang hadn’t even recovered from the surprise when the makeup artist called: “Bro! Stop laughing, your special effects makeup broke again…”

That night, after work, the huge photo of Xu Qiuluo in Fang’s room had a new sticky note on it—pink, with the words: “I have a little crush on you.”




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