At that innocent, naive age, fifteen-year-old Su Ye met Li Jianguo. One glance was like a spring breeze brushing her heart, sending ripples across the lake of her young affections. A tender, unknowing feeling quietly took root. From then on, she treasured this shy secret like an orchid hidden deep in a valley, never daring to reveal it. She turned her affection into silent attention, her gaze instinctively following Li Jianguo whenever he was near.
Time passed quickly, and the tides of life carried them onward in different directions. Li Jianguo struggled through the years, thinking he and Su Ye had simply missed their chance. The vague figure that sometimes appeared in his dreams, he assumed, was only his imagination.
Then the gears of fate began to turn. One day, full of panic and helplessness, Su Ye threw herself into Li Jianguo’s arms. With tears in her eyes and a trembling voice, she begged him to help find her son. In that instant, Li Jianguo felt as if lightning had struck him. The dreams that had long haunted him, and those strangely familiar feelings, suddenly became clear. At last, he understood that the dreams were no fantasy. They were a real emotional bond, one that had always linked him and Su Ye.
