Midsummer Glow, Who Promised Whom Another Year

Pei Jiaran asked herself more than once: If there had been no military training that year, and no instructor who lined them up one behind the other, what would have happened between her and Qiu Yang?

Qiu Yang's eyes were so warm that they made her heart flutter.

Every time, Yi Fei would barge in at just the wrong moment.

Then there would be another burst of bickering, followed by another round of noisy commotion.

That year, they were young, still green and naive.

That year, they were like puppies who had caught each other's scent, desperately drawn together.

That boys' dormitory, that girls' company, that class, that college: that was them, seventeen-year-old children, seventeen-year-old adults.

They were innocent and unsure, trying to grow up.

The whole world seemed to grow warmer.

That was fate.

Thank you for giving me such a simple love, such a beautiful youth.

I look out the window. The sky isn't so blue, the grass isn't so green, I have homework to do until midnight again, and the woman next door will be arguing with her husband about the necessities of life until broad daylight.

Maybe everything gives me a reason to complain.

But then I turn around and see you beside me,

and I realize the world is so beautiful.

I know youth will grow old one day, but I hope you're doing well in my memories.