That summer, it was sunny. You sit in front of me, and the sun shines in through the window, illuminating the mottled flowers on the windowsill. You turned around and smiled at me, and I seemed to see a seed buried in the soil.
That autumn, it rained. You ran in front of me, the rain hit you diagonally, and your school uniform got wet in places. You turned around and said to me, "Why are you following me? Didn't I tell you to hide while I went back to get the umbrella?" I seemed to hear the sound of seeds sprouting.
That winter, it snowed. You walked in front of me, the street lights illuminated the snowflakes, and the stars refracted. You turned around and gently hugged me. I seemed to hear you say, "Together, okay?"
That spring, night. You run to the road ahead and stop the car, while I guard the unconscious Ning Jiaxin. You rushed back and looked at me who was frightened, with a distressed look on your face, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
That summer. Still sunny. You stood in front of me, holding a blue rose. "I heard from Xiaohan that you liked this thing after watching Jolin Tsai's MV, so I bought it for you. How about it, is it okay?" I took the rose, and it looked familiar. Probably the seeds planted last summer are now blooming into flowers of love.