Do you still remember the dreams you had when you were young? Like a flower that never withers. When I was a kid, we played house. I was the bride, you were the groom, and you used wooden sticks as a cart to pick me up to get married. We worshiped heaven and earth on the lawn, husband and wife. When we parted, we left a token to express our longing for each other. We met again thirteen years later, but we didn't know we had known each other before. You are the gentle and beautiful school girl, and I am just an inconspicuous little flower. Fate has arranged that we meet by chance again and again, and our hearts get closer without knowing it, but there is already her beside you. When we meet, is love just passing by or is a childhood dream coming true? Will I be your real bride?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
