Playing under the plum trees and riding on bamboo, those were the days of joyful play. It was when they first met.
She was not shy but innocently charming, standing before the breeze with her hair flowing, her complexion as creamy as curds.
After waking up, Xu Qingfan had returned to 20 years earlier, to the year 2002.
That year, the sky was very blue, the clouds were very white, and the wind was very noisy.
That year, his Childhood Sweetheart hadn't gone abroad, their parents hadn't gone grey, and he hadn't the worries of being unaccomplished.
That year, he was six, she was five, and they both could fully experience the climate as snowflakes blossomed.