"When I was six years old, I picked up the brightest star in the world among the cicadas chirping."
Under the shade of a locust tree, a little girl with a crooked ponytail squatted on the ground and counted ants. Six-year-old An Ruobai clutched half a piece of melted mung bean sorbet and squatted into her "little tail." The wind rising up from her skirt when she turned her head gently crashed into his eternal preference - it turned out that as early as the beginning of time, fate had engraved the three words "Early Summer of Song Dynasty" in his heart, as hot as the midsummer sun.
"On a typhoon day when I was fourteen, my star fell into the dark clouds."
Her room was suddenly empty at night when the rain was pounding on the windowpane. During the reunion at the age of sixteen, he saw the girl who once chased butterflies, shivering in the shadows. The scars looming under the sleeves crushed his heart harder than a typhoon. It turned out that during those stolen moments, she was trapped alone in the dark abyss, and even her breath was salty with blood and tears.
"On the day of frost at the age of twenty-six, I will be her eternal starkeeper."
When those who had hurt her were no longer afraid, he knelt on one knee, and the light in the ring box was warmer than the sunshine when they first met: "Early summer, this time I will be your harbor." - It turns out that love is never a one-sided pursuit, but a miracle of two injured souls stitching together over a long period of time.
When the bond of childhood sweethearts passes through pain and waiting, when redemption and preference finally go in both directions - it turns out that some love is written forever when we first meet, and every minute and second thereafter is a perfect comment on "once in a lifetime".
