Even the deepest wounds, with time and the nurture of love, could slowly heal.
As life improved and Pei Zhicheng’s comics added color, Su Pu gradually pieced together the fragments of his past.
He began to understand why he used to break down emotionally.
He had always had so little, so he clutched onto every memory, holding them tightly in his hand.
That’s why he had always felt exhausted, worn out.
Now, he let it all go, shedding heavy burdens, and discovered that life could be light again.
Even forgetting everything, he could still survive.
But what about the beautiful things that had happened before? What about the memories with Li Jichuan?
Seeing Li Jichuan sitting alone in solitude, Su Pu worried—if he remembered everything, he could understand his loneliness.
Perhaps then, he could comfort him even better.
Later, Pei Zhicheng’s comics enlightened him.
He could preserve all memories while also revising events that were too painful to recall.
Recently, Su Pu became the artist of his own life, a meticulous chronicler, shaping his past stroke by stroke.
Let go of the bad, reshape what cannot be released into something you love.
He had been “crazy” once, dead inside countless times—he deserved to give himself relief, to set himself free.
After dinner, Mei drove them, breaking the long silence in the car.
“Xiao Pu, do you want me to tell Lee about this?”
Su Pu thought for a few seconds: “Whatever.”
Mei looked at him, moved. “Then you have to live freely too!”
Su Pu smiled, nodding in agreement.
Mei dropped him at the hotel and arranged to meet him the next day.
Early summer in London, the night breeze was pleasant. Su Pu waited nearby for Li Jichuan to return from work, and together they wandered the city streets at night, recording another beautiful and romantic memory in the sketchbook of his life.
They stayed in London for a week.
By the last day, Su Pu had visited all the cafés on his list, explored many unique neighborhoods and shops with Mei, taken countless photos, and gathered plenty of inspiration.
Li Jichuan’s work also went smoothly. Young, talented, and holding a high position, both employees and partners admired him.
On the final evening, Li Jichuan asked Su Pu about his plans.
Su Pu had none, so Li Jichuan invited him to a dinner hosted by a partner company.
“We’ll pick outfits, dress beautifully, and go together. How about it?”
Su Pu hesitated.
Though he wanted to be freer, he wasn’t ready for this level yet. Facing a room full of strangers, putting on a social mask, made him anxious.
Seeing his hesitation, Li Jichuan held his hand. “Don’t worry—we’ll be together the whole evening. Everyone’s excited to meet you, to see who has captured my heart completely…”
His smile softened Su Pu’s heart.
After all, he had made Li Jichuan so head-over-heels, hehe.
Li Jichuan pressed his advantage, pulling him to a boutique downstairs to pick a tailored outfit.
They wore coordinated moss-green suits with subtle patterns, understated yet youthful and nimble.
Li Jichuan lifted his chin, meeting Su Pu’s reflection in the mirror.
“Xiao Pu, believe me, tonight everyone will see you and think you’re stunning…”
Su Pu blushed, looking at himself in the mirror. Oh… I really am good-looking!
The dinner was held on the top floor of their hotel.
After changing, the two lounged in their room, and Su Pu had to put his clothes back on again.
Next time, he would never trust Li Jichuan’s “helps you relax” excuses.
After the playful struggle, Su Pu felt light-headed. Li Jichuan took his hand, and they went to the dinner together.
The young, accomplished new chairman didn’t hold back in praising his partner, introducing him to everyone.
Soon, everyone knew Su Pu’s achievements: runner-up in a barista competition, excellent coffee skills, plans to open his own café, always buying gifts for his husband with prize money…
Li Jichuan waved his jade bracelet, proud without restraint.
Gradually, Su Pu relaxed, enjoying his husband’s overflowing admiration.
Glasses clinked, conversations flowed.
On the other side of the hall, a distracted waiter poured drinks incorrectly several times and was scolded by the supervisor.
“You’re a student, so I gave you a chance. But if you mess up at my events again, don’t come.”
“Supervisor, I’ll work harder…”
“Tonight, we’ll see how you perform. Remember, no more careless mistakes.”
“Yes.”
Su Pu bowed his head, and after the supervisor left, he once again cast his gaze toward the two at the center of the hall.
How could they smile so happily?
Su Pu, are you worthy?