After transferring schools, Guan Tong got a new nickname: “Little Paulownia Blossom.” She was always like the early-summer sunshine, lighting up the lives of those around her for no reason at all.
On her own initiative, she drew the “island” named Xu Jingyao into her circle of protection.
Xu Jingyao let her. He silently accepted the sweets she offered and grew used to her chattering interruptions. Only in the corners she couldn't see did he tuck her smile into his sketchbook.
On the night after the college entrance exams, beneath the fireworks, he finally returned to her a bookmark made from a dried paulownia blossom.
She heard his voice, clear as day:
“Little Paulownia Blossom, you bloomed without permission and threw my seasons into disarray.”
“Now it's my turn to shelter you from every storm for the rest of my life.”
