A reserved, shy male lead, like a “clear spring,” vs. a sunny, straightforward heroine, like a “little sun”
After finding happiness together for a short while, they were forced apart.
Five years later
Shi Qingquan made it through the long winter, frozen into a glacier. Where no one could see, he shattered himself, put himself back together, and pieced himself together bit by bit. Now he stood before her, no longer the boy who got nervous just holding hands. His gaze had grown deeper, his shoulders broader, but his hands were still cold. Yet beneath the glacier, the water kept flowing.
The little sun rose and set, set and rose. She learned to dim her light and protect herself. She learned to smile and say, “Long time no see,” even as her hands trembled. But she was still the sun; she simply no longer revolved around anyone.
Now they faced each other across a conference table. Her light was no longer blinding, and his waters no longer surged. They were both holding back, testing the waters, waiting for the other to speak first.
He pushed her away five years ago because he had nothing to offer her. Five years later, he wanted to draw close because he finally had the confidence to do so. But he didn’t know if she was still waiting where he left her.
She didn’t know whether he was still the same person. But they both knew that their pounding hearts could not lie when their eyes met.
One was afraid he couldn’t give her enough; the other was afraid she couldn’t wait any longer. The story of Clear Spring and Little Sun truly begins five years later.
