Since the age of eighteen, Zhu Xuanqing has always had a dream - in the dream, there is an endless sea of lily of the valley flowers, and a young man whose face cannot be seen stands in the flowers and reaches out to her. His slender little finger hooks hers, as if he is making a promise that spans time.
She didn't know what the agreement was, and she didn't remember the appearance of the person in the dream, but every time she woke up, her heart felt empty, as if a corner was missing.
It wasn't until she was in a college physics class that she saw a figure from behind - black hair, white shirt, sitting quietly by the window. At that moment, her heartbeat accelerated inexplicably, as if a pendulum that had been dormant for many years was suddenly gently moved.
His name is Zhou Yanxun. Unbeknownst to her, he had been watching her for a long time.
He accompanied her to review in the library and quietly held her shoulders when she fell asleep; he knew that she would frown when eating mushrooms, and from then on he pushed the mushrooms aside for her every time she made meals; on her birthday, he sent a bookmark - holding the petal of the flower that fell in her hair during the cherry blossom season. But he didn't say anything, he just stood beside her quietly, like moonlight shining on the leaves of lily of the valley, regardless of the date of his return.
She realized belatedly: he was waiting for her. Every life is waiting for her. She waited from heaven thousands of years ago to the mortal world, from when she was six years old to eighteen years old - waiting for a promise she has not yet remembered.
One evening in June, he conjured up a whole field of blooming lilies of the valley for her. The white flower spikes swayed gently in the wind, like the hand he extended in that dream thousands of years ago.
"This is the real me," he looked at her, his eyes gentler than they had been in a thousand years, "Maybe I'm a little selfish, I want to be with you in every life."
She threw herself into his arms, with eighteen years of blankness and a millennium of familiarity, and said, "Okay. Then let's go on like this."
It turns out that the person she was waiting for was never a stranger. But the person who spans a long time and still finds her every summer.
Concept: Waiting and choosing across time