That autumn, the sycamore leaves were flying, and the sun shone lazily on Ning Qiutong's body, covering the girl's otherwise unremarkable facial features with a layer of golden light. Suddenly, she felt as if she had been broken out of a shell.
The first time Li Han saw Ning Qiutong was on such a quiet and peaceful afternoon. He narrowed his eyes slightly, like the bright glare emanating from the girl. Then he knew that something was quietly changing in his heart.
"I hope I can help you bear the burden, I hope I can make you rely on me, I hope I can really give you happiness... So, please wait for me to come back..."
Before leaving, he hugged her tightly and made a promise in her ear.
"Okay, I'll wait for you for five years..."