The Promise Sealed with Our Lips

Whenwemetforthefirsttimeinourfirstyearofhighschool,hesawmycontempt,butsilentlycontinuedtoclean;

Inoursecondyear,hekneeledinfrontofmewhileenduringtheridiculeofothers,“Canyoupleasebeatmeuptoventyouranger,thenforgiveme?”

Fromthenonhewouldcalmlyfulfillourappointments:thathorriblewoundinphysicaleducationclass,hisguiltwhenheworethreelayersofpants,thebruisedandbatteredbodythatpresenteditselfbeforemyeyes,thenIcarriedthetremblinghim.......

Inourthirdyear,wefelloutbecauseoftheangerfrombeingbetrayed–butnowthatIthinkaboutit,howcouldthathavebeenbetrayal,whydidhedaretobefriendswithme?Eventhoughitwasbecauseofmyrejectionthatheonceagainhadtoendureviolence,whathungonhislipswerestill“Iwastheonewholiedtoyou,it’smyfaultformakingyouangry.”

ShiYancouldn’thelpbutlifthisheadupandcontroltheheatinhiseyes,whilehisearswerestillringingfromHeNuo’swordsthatwerefilledwithgratitude,“Youaretheonewhotreatsmethebest!”