The boy climbed over the courtyard wall, hooked himself onto the flower trellis, and hung upside down. "Little crybaby, who are you saving your golden beans for this time?"
Who in the capital didn't know the young general Bai? The fiercest horse, the sharpest spear, the proudest spirit.
And yet this dashing young man, dressed in finery and astride his horse, gave all his sweetest childhood treats to his little childhood friend, who loved to cry.
She was the sort of girl who would bite back her tears even when she fell and got hurt, refusing to cry aloud until he came.
He hurriedly crouched down, his exquisitely pretty face drawing close as he clumsily blew on her scraped, reddened knee. "A little puff and it won't hurt anymore. I'll give you all my candy."
With tears on her delicate, snow-white face, she shoved the half-eaten, saliva-covered pastry into his mouth. "I'll share with you, share with you. You can have it all."
Years later, he crouched in front of her, his youthful figure now straight as a bamboo stalk. He smiled, teeth showing, bright and clear as shattered jade. "Little crybaby, how about sharing a bite of that pastry with me?"
Her lovely face flushed, and she clutched the pastry so tightly it was almost crushed before murmuring, "...We've grown up."
When did their breaths begin to mingle, and their touches begin to burn?
It was when she gazed at the starry sky, the tips of her ears red as cinnabar, and asked, "Xingcheng, do you know what it means... to embrace?"
The spirited young general suddenly floundered. "I-I don't!"
She summoned all the courage she had. "Then... what about kissing?"
The boy general, who had been smiling so casually and carefree just moments ago, turned scarlet at the tips of his ears and stammered, "...Never."
Later, later still...
His armor stained with blood, he was buried on the battlefield. At nineteen, he gave his life defending his homeland. The sound of a young man in white riding away would never be heard again.
A wall stood between them, severing life from death. A winter's snow buried their deep love.
She coughed away the last of her life in the palace, while he left his youth behind on the battlefield.
The little crybaby who used to drape herself over his back and weep held his belongings in her hands. Her eyes were hollow, and not a tear remained.
"The road to the underworld is cold... My love, please don't go too fast."
When she opened her eyes again...
The sunlight was warm on the wall. The young man in white hung upside down, his brows bright and spirited, and flashed her a toothy grin. "Little crybaby, who are you saving your golden beans for this time?"
The young man came riding on his bamboo horse, circling the bed to play with the green plums.
This time, I'll stay by your side, from childhood until our hair turns white.
Reader's Guide:
One-on-one romance, both leads have no past relationships, rebirth, happy ending.
A sweet, slow-paced, everyday romance about childhood friends who fall in love with each other.
Endless sweets to share, and endless knees to blow on.
Theme: Stay positive and live a beautiful life
