The dandelions in the corner bloom in a blaze of color, and the breeze carries the scent of gardenias.
The light falls on her, and she shines in the young man’s heart. It is love at first sight, a stirring of youthful affection.
“Xia, do you like flowers?”
“Hello, Jiang.”
“Hello, Xia.”
“Xixi, look ahead.”
The young man is carefree and unrestrained, unable to hide the love shining in his eyes.
