“Xixia, I’ve loved you for so many years. If I can, I want to marry you.”
“When?”
“The summer when I was fifteen.”
“I mean, when are we getting married?”
“All right, I’ll make the arrangements.”
That boy, as refreshing as a breeze beneath the bright moon, held his beloved girl close in the height of summer when he was twenty-seven! After sunset, before dusk fell, they walked hand in hand toward their future!
