Li Ming had known Jiang Zhi since birth. Two years older than her, he was the boy next door. Throughout her first sixteen years, Jiang Zhi had been there for every stage of her life. He was the one who taught her what friendship, family, and love meant. Li Ming and Jiang Zhi had long since become part of each other's lives. But life is unpredictable. After witnessing her father's brutal death, sixteen-year-old Li Ming developed a severe mental illness and was taken away by her divorced mother. From that moment on, Jiang Zhi's life was missing its warmth for twelve years. He never gave up searching for Li Ming, and now that they had reunited, he would never let her slip away again.
"I knew it. The dawn is almost here." At their wedding, Jiang Zhi wrapped an arm around Li Ming's waist and bent down to kiss her gently. Only then did it all feel real.
"Daddy, Daddy, what happened next? What happened next?" Five-year-old Jiang Zhihui lay in Jiang Zhi's arms, pestering his father to continue the story.
"And then, well, then we had little Zhihui." Jiang Zhi gently pinched the baby's tiny nose. Watching his wife's tender silhouette, the corners of his mouth lifted.
