This is the story of an author and a painter.
It's a childhood crush. In subsequent encounters. Everything is destiny.
I'm glad I can still meet you. I'm glad I still have you.
You cover my book, and I write the inscription for yours.
Lift up the gauze of love, print a sincere kiss on the forehead of the years, make a lifelong promise, bloom the flower of love that will never leave you, I am willing to exchange my youthful youth to hold hands with you until my hair turns gray: Marry me, my dear.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
