One and a half years ago.
Summer vacation.
In the park where the cicada sounds were incessant, Chen Hao sat on a bench holding two rapidly melting ice creams, a look of impatient anger on his face.
"Lin Xiaofan, why do you always have to be late!" Chen Hao complained, looking up at the scorching sun.
At that moment, the melting ice cream trickled down the cone and onto the back of Chen Hao's hand. With no other choice, he had to eat the ice cream first; it was purchased with the money he'd saved up for three days, and it would pain his heart to waste it.
Not until Chen Hao had finished the two ice creams did the skinny figure of Lin Xiaofan appear before him,
"Hao Hao," Lin Xiaofan said with an embarrassed grin, looking at Chen Hao with eyes that curved into two rainbows. "I'm sorry, I'm late again. Please don't be mad, okay? You're the most generous and caring to me!"