The Tender Beginnings of Love

Ten years. Not too long, not too short.

He waited in a city for someone.

Back then, they were young and knew nothing.

He was small and weak, and his clothes were dirty.

Before him was a neat and fair-skinned little girl, helping him fend off the bullies.

“Get up, young man! Hehe.” The little girl’s grown-up way of speaking was so endearing.

“Call me Mumu. What about you? Which class are you in?”

“Zhang Tianqi, Class One.”

“So we’re classmates!”

It was the first day of school, and they were still elementary school students.

Their story would continue when they met again ten years later.