(The beginning is healing and lighthearted; the later part is angsty.)
Someone once said, “The name Wen Li makes you picture a pear blossom raised in a greenhouse, cherished and protected, with no worries or hardships.” Wen Li merely smiled when she heard that.
She hadn’t grown up in a greenhouse. She had fought to survive in the middle of a storm.
Later, perhaps Heaven took pity on her and gave her her grandmother’s love, along with a time in her life she would never forget.
But good times never lasted.
At thirteen, Sheng Huaizhou treasured her like a priceless jewel. At seventeen, he cast her aside like something worthless.
One day, Sheng Huaizhou spotted Wen Li’s wish book at her home. She had two wishes: first, to see the sea; second, to see snow.
He never imagined that one day Wen Li would write his name in her wish book.
Her third wish: Sheng Huaizhou.
That year, Wen Li remarked that sparklers were so beautiful. Thirteen-year-old Sheng Huaizhou spent all his New Year’s money to buy them for her.
On New Year’s Eve when he was seventeen, Sheng Huaizhou stood by a bridge, with fireworks blooming across the sky before him. Wen Li stood a short distance behind him.
Love fireworks until death, and love you beneath them.
