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Ma Boliang sat across from me, his gaze gentle and focused. "Ahui, you've changed."
I shrugged, pretending to be casual. "Have I become uglier or more beautiful?"
"Neither," he said with a slight smile. "You've become more mature than before."
I smiled back but remained silent.
Ma Boliang stared at me for a while and then softly asked, "Ahui, are you not doing well?"
My hand, gripping the cup's handle, stiffened as I shook my head. "No, I'm doing great."
"Then you..."
"Bo Liang," I interrupted him. "I'm really fine, truly."
Ma Boliang looked deeply into my eyes for a long moment before letting out a soft sigh. He reached out and ruffled my hair gently.
"Ahui, no matter when you need me, I will always be there for you."
My nose tinged with emotion as I fought back tears and softly replied with an "mm."
Though Ma Boliang was half a year younger than me, he had always been like an older brother, unconditionally accepting and supporting me.
I remembered an incident from elementary school when I was bullied by a group of older boys on my way home from school. They snatched my backpack, dumped its contents on the ground, and forced me to kneel to get my things back. Stubbornly, I bit my lip and refused to give in.
Just then, Ma Boliang appeared.
He held a slingshot in his hand and swiftly knocked several bumps onto the heads of those boys with a few shots. They fled in panic.
Ma Boliang helped me pick up my backpack and handed it back to me.
He smiled and said, "Ahui, are you okay?"
I shook my head and asked him, "Aren't you afraid of them?"
Ma Boliang scratched his head, a bit shy, and replied, "I am afraid, but you are my best friend, so it's my duty to protect you."
Under the setting sun, his fair little face was beaming with a brilliant smile.
I stared blankly for a moment, my cheeks slightly warming up.
From that day on, Ma Boliang took me along with him no matter what he did.
He fulfilled his promise with actions; no matter what happened, he would always be by my side.
For many years afterward, Ma Boliang remained by my side.
From elementary school to high school, we were inseparable.
Later, he got accepted into a university in Beijing, while I stayed local for college.
After graduation, he chose to become a wildlife photographer.
To pursue his dreams, he traveled all over the country.
We met less frequently, but every time we did, he always had endless topics to discuss.
This time was no exception.
We sat in the café for over two hours as he animatedly shared his experiences from the past years.
When he talked about how he got injured last year and decided to open a studio, I sighed and said, "You finally graduated, and now you're diving into the excitement of starting a business? Tsk, you're getting older yet still pushing yourself so hard."
Ma Boliang shot me a glare and lightly tapped my forehead with his hand: "No respect for your elder sister."
I covered my forehead and stuck out my tongue at him.
He pretended to tap me again, and I quickly dodged away.
He missed and his hand froze in mid-air.
The atmosphere suddenly became a bit awkward.
Ma Boliang sheepishly withdrew his hand, cleared his throat, and jokingly changed the subject.
I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that he didn't press further.
We chatted until half past ten, and Ma Boliang walked me home.
I walked ahead while he followed behind.
I hummed a tune, feeling light and cheerful.
Suddenly, Ma Boliang grabbed my hand.
I turned back in surprise to see his face flushed and his gaze intense.
"Ahui, I like you."
His voice was soft and low, almost like he was dreaming.
I was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "I know."
I pulled my hand away and stepped back:
"You didn't choose Beijing for your college entrance exam; you went to another city. I saw it."
Ma Boliang stared at me blankly, a flicker of joy crossing his eyes.
I chuckled softly and continued, "I guess you must have seen the confession I wrote."
Ma Boliang's cheeks turned red as he mumbled, "I thought you hadn't seen it."
I lowered my eyelashes.
That confession letter was something Ma Boliang had asked me to pass on to a classmate in the next class.
But I never delivered it; instead, I secretly kept it hidden away.
At that time, I didn't understand my feelings for Ma Boliang.
I treasured that letter like a gem until I went to university in Beijing.
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