“Lin Moran...” She suddenly called after him again.
“Hmm?”
“Are the locust trees in the south of town blooming again?”
Lin Moran looked up. White blossoms filled the trees, drifting in the twilight like clouds and mist. “They are. The petals are already falling.”
“Just like that year,” Xu Nian said softly.
Youth doesn’t last forever, only the blessings remain. That year, locust blossoms fell across their entire youth.
When Lu Xiaoya was little, she was a tomboy,
with short hair and dark skin, always running wild outside. She never cried when she fell,
just got up, dusted herself off, and kept playing
. She hated being called “little sister” more than anything. Every time Lin Moran called her that, she would get angry. “I won’t be your little sister! I’m going to be your wife!”
