"That's how this life begins."
A few years later, Xia Chuan read this sentence and thought of Qiu He when he closed his eyes.
Maybe the morning light at seven or eight o'clock is just right.
Perhaps Qiuhe just happened to be standing at the best angle.
Maybe Xia Chuan was half asleep.
Qiuhe, who met for the first time, shone softly under the embrace and kiss of Xiwei morning light.
This is how Xia Chuan's life began.