[The little daisy they raised in the height of summer withered in winter, just like their love.]
As the seasons turned, Jiang Yin never made it to the following spring.
Only after everything had settled did Ye Yan finally open that door.
Someone sat by the windowsill, holding a little box.
His parents urged him to pull himself together and handed him an item.
Among them was a notebook, intact. It was my diary.
In the end, that was how the little daisies planted on the windowsill in summer came to be.
Winter is too cold.
As the fireworks burst into bloom, Ye Yan held Jiang Yin once more.
[The whole story is told from Ye Yan's perspective.]
Message: The little daisies marked the beginning of their story, but not their parting
