Liang Che returned from his so-called "business trip" on the day when I was sitting on the living room sofa, conducting an international video conference.

He held a large bouquet of champagne roses and held me in his arms with a jewelry gift bag.

"Junjun, I missed you so much."

His voice was low and gentle, his breath touching my earlobe, carrying a lingering meaning.

If it weren't for the faint sweet scent of a perfume I had never used before, I might have softened.

Seeing that I had no reaction, he lifted his head from my neck and looked bewildered.

"Junjun?"

I smiled faintly at him, "I'm still in a meeting."

He glanced at the computer screen, raised his eyebrows, shamelessly kissed me in front of the camera, and then put down his things and walked towards the bathroom.

By the time I finished the meeting, several sumptuous dishes were already arranged on the dining table.

Liang Che, wearing casual clothes and an apron, was focused on cooking in the kitchen, without the slightest trace of his commanding presence in the business world.

I was a little dazed for a moment.

I remember when I was a child, my parents always joked that I couldn't cook and that my wild temperament was like a monkey's, and no one would want me.

Liang Che stood up like a little knight, blushing, and held my hand.

"Whatever Junjun wants to eat, I'll cook for Junjun. Whatever Junjun likes, I'll buy for Junjun."

"Junjun is so good, only a fool wouldn't want Junjun!"

Later, on my eighteenth birthday, under the starry sky, the young and sincere Liang Che looked at me passionately.

He said, "As long as you turn back, I'll always be behind you."

A confession of youth, so sincere and straightforward that it made my heart race.

He was like the sun breaking into the dark night, silently taking root in my heart over the years.

I looked at the person in front of me, my eyes welling up.

Is the current Liang Che still the same sincere and passionate young man under the starry sky?