Song Qingyuan had always been slow-paced, with gentle, clean, and soft features. Like the Yuan River flowing at an easy pace, she did everything without rushing. On the day she moved with her mother, a small bag slung across her waist, she unexpectedly bumped into Pei Yanzhou.
Everyone else thought Pei Yanzhou was wild and difficult to get along with, but only Song Qingyuan knew that this boisterous boy was willing to slow down for her. He would patiently wait for her to walk at her own pace and quietly wait for her to finish speaking. He saved all his impulsiveness and tenderness for her alone.
That hurried encounter on moving day was the beginning of their story. From then on, they were together through spring and summer, autumn and winter. The passionate boy, like the wind, guarded the one and only gentle place in his heart. From their innocent childhood, they journeyed onward through the long years