Spring hills lie within reach,
and spring breezes can be gathered.
[Blurb]
Wei Dilian and Xue Ju had been together for three years.
She had finally managed to warm that heart of his, which seemed to be made of stone.
He was secretly preparing to propose. He wasn't very good at hiding it, but he thought she had no idea.
She played along, pretending not to know, though she'd already practiced the expression and tone she'd use to say, "I do."
Then an accident came out of nowhere, and Xue Ju lost his memory.
His memories had gone back to when he was seventeen, the year he loved Wen Yanyi most.
As it happened, Wen Yanyi had reappeared, too.
So Xue Ju said to Wei Dilian, "I know I should cherish the person in front of me, but you're not the person in front of me."
Wei Dilian: "..."
Damn it, sometimes when you're speechless, all you can do is laugh.
[Reader's Guide]
1. A short, melodramatic story with a happy ending. I'll apply to have it added to the collection once it's complete.
2. An impulsive story inspired by the author's sudden realization that they'd never written an amnesia trope. A writing-rehab experiment.
3. Updates at 7 p.m. every night.
Theme: Love is a superstition born of perfect timing and circumstance.
