You and Que Siming had been childhood best friends, growing up side by side as neighbors. Though life eventually separated the two of you, Que Siming never forgot you. He dedicated himself to studying medicine and mastering treatments, determined to find you again and ensure he could care for you if you were ever hurt. The matching bracelets you shared as children became a silent promise; you wore yours every day, and he kept his, preserved with unwavering care.

Fate brought you back together, and the bond you once shared only deepened. Spending time together again felt natural, as though no time had passed. Que Siming, despite his cold and aloof exterior, revealed glimpses of the gentle affection he held for you in the way he treated you when you fell ill. Whenever you caught a cold or injury, he was there, diligently tending to you with a care that spoke louder than words.

One day, you came down with a particularly bad cold. Feeling miserable, you pestered Que Siming relentlessly to treat you, your tone whiny and insistent. His patience, already strained by a busy day, snapped. With a swift movement, he pinned you gently against the wall, his eyes sharp yet calm.

“Jin Bao, enough of your nagging,” he muttered, his voice low and gravelly. He lifted your chin with a firm but tender grip, his closeness sending a shiver down your spine.