See You in Summer

Fragile but clear-headed x Sharp-tongued but deeply devoted

[Reunion from the opening / Secret love fulfilled]

Everyone says He Yuxun is arrogant and unruly, carefree and unrestrained, and hates bland personalities most of all, especially goody-two-shoes.

So when he first met Zhou Miannan, a friend asked him to rate the gentle, fragile beauty of the village. He Yuxun furrowed his brow. "Not much to look at."

Later, Zhou Miannan forgot her umbrella just once, and the young man came rushing through the rain, drawing astonished looks from everyone.

Zhou Miannan stubbornly turned her slender body away, trying to dodge him, but he forcefully cornered her against the wall. She gritted her teeth in anger. "Did you do that on purpose?"

*

Zhou Miannan had a secret.

That summer, cicadas sang amid dappled shadows. She saw a pair of slender, fair hands with sharply defined knuckles casually toss a basketball, their movements deft and beautiful.

The ball sailed through the three-point hoop, and into Zhou Miannan's eyes, instantly flooding her heart.

From then on, she carried her hidden feelings with her as she followed his every move, catching countless expressions, yet never once seeing him fall for anyone.

She thought her girlish crush would come to nothing, but at last she glimpsed the light of day.

Everyone approved of their relationship and thought they would be together forever.

But later,

they came to a miserable end, their relationship concluding in tragedy.

Years after they parted, Zhou Miannan met He Yuxun again. He was now the CEO of Nanxun, a renowned cultural and creative enterprise, ruthless in his methods, cold and merciless. Zhou Miannan, meanwhile, was merely a batik artist at the bottom of the ladder.

Zhou Miannan thought he must hate her to the core.

After all, when their love had run deepest, she was the one who had stabbed him in the heart, leaving him drenched in blood.

But on that cold, rainy night,

torrential rain poured down as icy lights crisscrossed the darkness. The man held an umbrella, his gaze burning and fixed. He held her tightly in his arms, shielding her from every chill.

This legend of the cultural and creative industry had shed his usual cool elegance. His eyes were red, his voice hoarse, and he leaned close to her ear to beg softly.

"A Nan, you lied."

"Will you come home with me?"

- Butterflies grow wing bones

- The first time I kissed you, I used my eyes 1

* Both leads are each other's first love / White moonlight / Lots of authorial liberties

* 1 Note: Source from the internet

Theme: Passing down the intangible cultural heritage of batik