That early spring, tender buds and a young girl’s heart bloomed together. Shen Shi was as gentle as spring rain, yet he watered only Jiang Ning’s heart.
The spring breeze turned into love songs. A clear, cool voice laced with affection brushed past Jiang Ning’s pale ear. The tip of her ear reddened, and her shy expression made her look like a bashful white rabbit.
Early spring turned to midsummer, and early autumn to winter. Shen Shi held Jiang Ning’s hand, his fingers slipping between hers until their hands were clasped together. He never let go, not once.
