She was Bei Haitang. She loved to cry and draw. He was Jiang Yunye. He loved to laugh and take photos.
She called him Xiao Ye, and he called her Tangli. Those two names were their whole world. They grew up in the alleys of Kunming and made a promise amid the cries of the seagulls at Green Lake.
Beneath a pomegranate tree, they made a vow: "You take photos, and I'll draw. We'll complement each other."
"Pinky swear. A hundred years, and don't you dare change."
