Qingshan.
There really was a beautiful meteor shower tonight.
She made a wish upon a shooting star.
Gong Beiyao, may you be happy.
Gong Beiyao, may you be joyful.
Gong Beiyao, remember that I love you.
Gong Beiyao, you must... forget me.
"Qianqian, what wishes are you making?" Gong Beiyao found her seriousness and devotion adorable.
Sheng Qianxia opened her eyes, "If I say it, it won't come true."
"What does it matter, it's not like it will really come true just because you made a wish," Gong Beiyao said.
"I don't want to risk it! What if the legend is true?"
"Only idiots believe that wishes on stars will come true." Gong Beiyao pulled her to him, "Tell me quickly, what did you wish for? Does it include me?"
"Yes." It's all about you.
"Really? What exactly is it, tell me quickly!"
"Well…" Sheng Qianxia looked into his eyes and said, "I made a wish saying, 'I hope I can like Gong Beiyao for a hundred years'."
