It's pretty good (1)

"Bang!"

A white light suddenly appeared. It was a child playing with fireworks not far away.

Qu Huaian's mind was like a blossoming firework, a vast expanse of white.

The whole world seemed to be clean, and she could only hear her own breathing and his heartbeat. It was a light intertwining sound, lingering in her ears.

***

There were some things that were not so difficult to say after they had been said. It had even become a habit.

Early in the morning, when qu Huaian was brushing his teeth in front of the sink, the man leaned against the door frame and called her in a low voice,"qu Huaian Qianqian."

"What?"

"I love you."

Qu Huaian,"si si."

In the office, qu Huaian put down the coffee he had brewed for him and turned to leave, but he was stopped by him.

"Qu Huaian, I love you."

Qu Huaian,"si si."

In the middle of the night, the man hugged her and kissed her ear. He repeated over and over again, " "Anan, I love you."