The day I saw Li Yiran again, the trees were green, the sky was blue, and even the breeze was faint. He stood beneath the teaching building, with the clear sky behind him.
The corners of his mouth lifted slightly as he spoke to another girl.
He spoke smoothly, word by word, with no hint of deep feeling.
By then, Li Yiran was mature and witty, always smiling with the corners of his eyes. A few words from him were enough to make any girl beam with happiness.
You could never tell how, many years earlier, she had forced Li Yiran to read her a love letter, his voice halting and awkward, almost as if he were gritting his teeth.
Word by word, stumbling over every line, yet full of feeling.
"We met in early summer. The pears were unripe, and not sweet at all."
Theme: Youth and growing up
