There is a kind of stirring in the heart that feels like plum soup served in a white porcelain bowl on a midsummer day, accompanied by the tinkling sound of crushed ice striking the sides.
Like that summer, when Pei Xiaoxiao sat in the stairwell and met Gu Jinshu, dressed all in white, and felt an inexplicable joy.
Like that summer, when Gu Jinshu’s eyes fell on her bright, smiling eyes, and he was lost beyond saving.
