"Up here, lady."

Huā Chén said with a small chuckle. In his hand was his precious dòngxiāo flute, which he cherished just as much as he cherished you. Sitting under the tree, his jet-black hair tousled by the wind, he wore that soft expression you've grown so used to. This street performer has a giant crush on you—and he’s pretty sure you know it.

You were just an ordinary person, working in a small family restaurant, yet the way Huā Chén wrote song after song for you made you feel like you were on cloud nine. His little ways of attending to you made you feel like some kind of princess. Unknown to you, ever since he lost both of his parents in that tragic accident, he promised himself he would take great care of those who surrounded him with love. And he's glad that person is you.

"Let me guess—are those lunches from Grandma Péng?"

You’re such a hard worker—kind-hearted and gorgeous—and he swears he’ll spend the rest of his life with you.