Fallen Leaves Stir Longing

Ye Luo thought she would never understand what it meant to fall for someone.

That was, until an Italian boy with chestnut-brown hair said to her in broken Chinese, “Sis, how about I teach you how to fall in love?”

She thought he was only playing around, never expecting that once they started dating, this bad boy would turn into a clingy little crybaby.

“Ye Luo, if you keep ignoring me, I’m going to cry.”

“Sis, hug me.”

“I won’t let you look at other men. Not even for a second.”

It turned out that once some people fell in love, there was no going back.

And that love, spanning borders and age, would ultimately take root like fallen leaves returning to their roots, bringing their longing to life once more.