A bright, tenderhearted little sunshine VS a pure-hearted, sensitive, loyal puppy
I was shattered, drifting rain. How lucky I was to find the spring that was mine alone.
Qi Jing
When Xie Chunzhao and Qi Jing met at sixteen, their otherwise ordinary lives took an unexpected turn.
Qi Jing never made promises lightly, but he told Xie Chunzhao, “Chunzhao, from now on, we’ll be together every spring.”
An accident turned that promise into a dream that could never come true.
Perhaps Heaven took pity on them: Qi Jing said goodbye to Xie Chunzhao in the season when all things came back to life.
“I broke my promise, Zhaozhao. Forgive me.”
Xie Chunzhao never imagined that the first gift she gave him would become the most painful keepsake he left behind.
Xie Chunzhao gazed out the window.
New buds had appeared on the cherry tree, and a light rain pattered down.
Through tear-blurred eyes, Xie Chunzhao murmured into the empty air.
“Qi Jing, spring is here.”
If withered wood cannot find spring, then I will be your spring.
