[Blurb]
Deep in the old alley,
beside the roof tiles of Bai Yitong's home,
stood a wild paulownia tree right outside the wall of Zhou Wadong's courtyard.
Years later, they met again many times.
She couldn't tell if it was because girls change so much as they grow up,
or because they had been so young when they parted...
But later, Bai Yitong thought
perhaps she missed those days so much
that she recognized him at a glance,
while he, time and again, "didn't see" her.
In Zhou Wadong's memories,
there was a hazy silhouette,
like a wildflower growing on Mount Kilimanjaro,
wild and free.
Until, in England,
he met a woman who "snatched" every rose seed before he could get to them.
That silhouette gradually grew clear and vivid in his mind...
(I'm working on the chapters! Give the author a little encouragement before I start posting! :-D)
(This story is entirely fictional.) First published exclusively on Jinjiang.
Thank you to everyone who read, bookmarked, or left me a message about this story.
Theme: To love someone is to walk through life hand in hand, for better or worse, in life and in death
