"Xiao Li, from now on, every year on your birthday, I will celebrate it with you, with a big cake, and the candles will represent our ages!"
"Then... Will there come a day when the cake won't be able to hold all the candles?"
"There will!"
In the subsequent years, no matter how far away he went for his studies or to join the military, he would always show up in front of her on their birthday.
On his twentieth birthday, he filled the house with red bellflowers.
The winters in G country were long, especially in Anlin's region, where spring lasted but a few days. How much effort he put into getting those delicate frost-sensitive bellflowers that thrived in warm, sunlit places remained unknown.
She did not hesitate for even a moment before accepting his proposal.
"I've given you red bellflowers for so many years, why haven't you asked why?"
"You said it, because they're pretty, and also rare, just like me!"
