The year they first met, he was in eighth grade and she was in her senior year of high school.
That year, Jiang Chuniant stumbled into Mo Sheng's life in the most wretched state imaginable.
That same year, the label Mo Sheng had arbitrarily given him, "an honest little boy," took firm root. In return, Jiang Chuniant's cold assessment of her as a delinquent girl also became firmly established.
Perhaps if she never said it aloud, no one would know: that year, she glanced casually over the railing and saw a wretched boy. Joy stirred in her heart, like...
The vivid green of willow trees after a heavy rain, and a blush of pink on the branches: the green was so fresh it stung, and the pink so lovely it stirred the heart.
She wanted to hide him away where no one could find him.
