Figure Skating: Waltz on Ice

Although Du Liangchen spoke in a calm tone, Mei Jing still keenly noticed the desolation in his eyes.

This reminded Mei Jing of his childhood. Back then, his parents were still married, but because of their work, he always came home alone. The room, though not large, felt empty and so quiet that he could hear his own heartbeat. But this feeling was indescribable, because no matter how many times he said it, it was useless. Their first choice was never him. No one understood that strong, calm, bittersweet feeling better than him.

Gradually, he closed his heart and stopped having any illusions or expectations.

I've learned to be alone: ​​to eat alone, to take medicine alone, and to take care of myself alone.

Du Liangchen's appearance allowed him to find a kindred spirit, someone who, like him, was lonely.

What made him develop different feelings for Du Liangchen was that even though Du Liangchen was lonely, he still warmed the people around him like a little sun, and he never hesitated to give his limited energy.

She would protect him and fight for him, even though she was shorter than anyone else.

During the internal assessments to compete for competition spots, while everyone was competing internally, he knew that his knee was uncomfortable, so he would apply hot compresses and massage his knee every night, even though he was already very tired after a day of training.

I will pay attention to his condition during his developmental period and encourage him whenever he is feeling down.

......

No matter who it is, being sick is when they are most vulnerable, and Mei Jing is no exception.

And it was precisely during his most vulnerable and difficult time that Du Liangchen was by Mei Jing's side, accompanying him through it all. How could he just stand by and watch Du Liangchen fall into depression alone?

Mei Jing, moved, drove with one hand on the steering wheel and held his hand on her lap, rubbing it tenderly, wanting him to relax.

Suddenly having his hand grabbed, Du Liangchen looked at him in confusion, "What are you doing? I know my hands are soft, but you can't just knead them like dough, can you?"

The somber atmosphere was instantly broken. Mei Jing couldn't help but laugh at his antics, and looked at him helplessly, "My arm is tired from holding it up, can you massage it for me?"

"Tsk! Mei Jing, are you even human? I'm injured and you're still exploiting me. Be careful, or I'll..." Du Liangchen stammered.

Mei Jing couldn't help but ask, "What are you being careful of?"

Du Liangchen thought of something and threatened smugly, "Be careful, or I'll tell your dad that you're being a pervert, grabbing someone's hand and not letting go."

"So, you're scared now!"

Mei Jing raised an eyebrow and glanced at him suspiciously. "Playing the hooligan? Holding onto someone's hand and not letting go? It's alright, I'm not afraid."

Du Liangchen: "Isn't your army commander father the one who hates people with bad reputations the most? Aren't you afraid of being lectured?"

Mei Jing calmly replied, "Yes, I am scared, but you're alright."

"Why?" Du Liangchen asked, puzzled.

Mei Jing stared intently at the road ahead and replied casually, "You don't count."

"What do you mean I don't count? Just because I'm a man..." Du Liangchen suddenly realized what he meant and pointed at his nose, questioning, "Damn it, Mei Jing, there's something behind your words! You're actually calling me inhuman!"

"hiss!"

Feeling a sharp pain on the back of her hand, Mei Jing subconsciously released Du Liangchen's hand, and looked at it to see a red mark on the back of his hand. "You really pinched me hard! It's all red."

Du Liangchen glared at him. "Serves you right. Who told you to insult me?"