Boom—
Fireworks exploded in Su Pu’s mind.
Li Jichuan had remembered him; had never forgotten him.
He hugged him, acknowledging him as his white moonlight.
White moonlight—what did it mean?
To Su Pu, it was someone unforgettable, impossible to let go.
When Su Fengxian had intended to marry Su Hui to Li Jichuan, Su Pu had nearly choked on heartbreak.
Thankfully, by some twist of fate, Su Fengxian had pushed him forward instead.
God knew how happy and grateful he had felt on the way to Li Jichuan’s house…
White moonlight—someone who made a long, painful life meaningful simply by existing.
Li Jichuan made Su Pu willing to enter a marriage without guarantees.
Because risking everything for Li Jichuan felt like a blessing.
Especially realizing that, in all these years apart, Li Jichuan remained pure and kind. Even in adversity, surrounded by rumors, he still treated those around him gently.
Perhaps from very early on—or maybe just in these few months with him—one day, Su Pu suddenly realized…
Damn, he would love Li Jichuan forever.
Li Jichuan had grown from white moonlight into the moon itself, casting silver light, becoming an aspiration.
And Su Pu willingly became the fool running endlessly on the ground, forever chasing, forever hopelessly devoted.
Su Pu felt a twinge of regret—they seemed forever unequal.
He would always be the one chasing.
“What are you thinking?”
Sensing how obedient Su Pu was in his arms, Li Jichuan held his shoulders, straightened, and met his gaze.
“Scared of me?”
Even Li Jichuan felt uncertain before the one he loved.
Su Pu’s eyes were so clear, and Li Jichuan read a hint of sorrow in them.
Why the sadness?
Li Jichuan felt awkward—was it because he hugged Su Pu without asking first?
He was flustered, yet even at this moment, he still wanted to hold Su Pu.
Every second spent with Su Pu, he wanted to embrace him, wanted to do even more…
No matter what, Li Jichuan musters his courage, determined to fight for this one chance.
He had missed too many opportunities with Su Pu; this time, he couldn’t let it slip.
His throat was dry, his voice hoarse with nervousness.
“Xiao Pu, if I said I’ve never regretted this marriage… would you give me a chance to turn this pretend into reality, to muddle through life together until we grow old?”
Boom—boom boom—
Thousands of fireworks exploded in Su Pu’s mind.
What… what did he just say?
With his deer-like eyes wide, Su Pu stared at him. Li Jichuan squinted, reading the shock in place of the previous sadness.
Li Jichuan smiled gently. “So surprised? Isn’t it only natural for me to fall for you?”
He reached out, brushing away the half-dried tears from Su Pu’s face with his fingertip.
“I know my flaws. I’m so bad… and you’re so good…”
Su Pu’s heart skipped a beat, then raced wildly.
Had Li Jichuan just confessed?
But why did his usual freeze-up happen again with every intense emotion?!
He wanted to nod, wanted to grab his phone to type something…
Or maybe say nothing at all, just hold Li Jichuan tight.
I like you.
I like you, I like you, I like you!
His heart raced as if lighting a private sky full of fireworks, thanking every deity—he had finally caught his moon!
Yet now, all he could do was cry.
Li Jichuan patiently wiped his tears, unwilling to pressure him into a decision.
After all, giving one’s heart and future deserved care; he could understand Su Pu’s hesitation.
“We’ll take it slow. Give me some time to prove my sincerity, okay?”
Li Jichuan thought he was being considerate.
No need to take it slow! No, no, come kiss me, hold me—hurry!
Su Pu roared in his mind, frustrated at being mute!
Unable to speak or move, he could only stare at Li Jichuan with his big round eyes.
Li Jichuan averted his gaze, worried that pushing too hard would make the little mute cry more. That would be counterproductive.
Clearing his throat, he adjusted his collar awkwardly.
“Cough… before I prove my determination to you, I can let you hold my hand every day…”
Hold his hand?
What did that mean?
Su Pu’s overwhelmed brain slowly processed Li Jichuan’s words.
Seeing his confusion, Li Jichuan lifted his hand in front of Su Pu, awkwardly explaining:
“Mantian said you always like staring at my hands, maybe because you’re… a hand-lover.”
“I checked—being a hand-lover means your attraction to my hands is stronger than any other part of my body.”
Su Pu: ??
Sure, he liked Li Jichuan’s hands—but that wasn’t his favorite part!
“Handshake is an international gesture of goodwill. Holding hands… is probably similar,” Li Jichuan said with the most serious tone, delivering the least serious words. “If you like my hands, you can hold them… but once you do, don’t think of anyone else.”
Su Pu: !
Finally calming down a little, Su Pu reached for his phone to type.
Li Jichuan suddenly took both his hands.
“Su Pu, it’s my first time confessing. It’s also my first time feeling… life is good. Every morning, waking up knowing I’ll see you, it makes me happy.”
“I know we each face challenges—they’re the knots of our fate. But with you, I want to overcome them… and I hope I can give you courage too.”
A sudden chill ran over Su Pu’s hands. Li Jichuan removed one hand and typed a string of code on the keyboard.
On the screen, young Li Jichuan held young Su Pu’s hand, and together they ran out of the swimming hall.
Outside, the sun shone brightly.
Two boys, hand in hand, basking in the sunlight.
Offscreen, Li Jichuan covered Su Pu’s hand again.
“This is the ending I’ve set for us. We’ll work together, stand together in the sunlight, okay?”
Su Pu’s eyes flickered. After a long moment, he nodded firmly.
Okay!
…
Though the confession was rash, it gave them both courage and resolve.
They would become better, for each other!
The next morning, they woke together. Su Pu helped Li Jichuan finish morning rehab, then they went to the hospital to visit his grandfather.
Li Jichuan hadn’t visited for nearly a week, busy designing the exclusive program for Su Pu.
Though he wouldn’t admit it, he worried constantly.
Su Pu noticed—even though Grandpa Li never said he missed anyone, after Li Jichuan came, his mood visibly improved.
The two stubborn Li men!
Recently, Li Peirong had recovered significantly, appetite improved, more energetic, and could speak in short bursts.
Su Pu stayed in the ward a while, then found an excuse to step out, giving the grandfather and grandson some private time.
No sooner had Su Pu left, Li Peirong trembled, calling Li Jichuan’s name.
“Xiao Chuan… I… I know you resist… weddings, but Grandpa wants to see you… married…”
Li Jichuan had always hated formalities.
Marriage was a matter between two people. Inviting all acquaintances to watch them act in love… sullied the essence of love itself.
Love is never something that needs witnessing.
Li Peirong took a few breaths, voice weakening.
“Maybe… Xiao Pu would also look forward to it…”
Li Jichuan realized—just because he didn’t want it, didn’t mean Su Pu didn’t.
A wedding isn’t just a performance—it declares to everyone that they are each other’s one and only.
Would Su Pu want a wedding?
Suddenly, Li Jichuan stiffened.
Even though he had told Su Pu he liked him and wanted a lifetime together, they hadn’t registered their marriage yet…
Would Su Pu feel insecure? Would he think Li Jichuan wasn’t serious?
Li Peirong tried to say more, but his grandson suddenly nodded.
“Okay.”
“Ah…?” Li Peirong’s voice trembled.
It was Li Jichuan’s first time obeying like this as an adult.
Li Jichuan patted his grandfather’s shoulder.
“I can’t wait to marry Xiao Pu!”