One-year-old Lu Yao claimed Bai Qiao’s whole life at her one-year celebration when she grabbed him during the traditional object-catching ceremony.
At twelve, Bai Qiao didn’t know what it meant to like someone, but he hoped he could see Lu Yao’s sweet smile every day.
At seventeen, Lu Yao fell for Bai Qiao, who had been aloof and proud for as long as she could remember.
At twenty-two, Bai Qiao finally reached the legal age to marry the little one who had called him Brother Qiao since childhood.
At eighty, Bai Qiao and Lu Yao held hands and leaned against each other beneath the setting sun.
“Bai Qiao.”
“I’m here.”
