From Ruan Qi's age of nine to nineteen, from Xi Jiu's age of sixteen to twenty-six.
A full decade, round and round, they finally reunited.
And from the moment they met again, another story belonging to Ruan Qi and Xi Jiu—
began.
Ruan Qi watched the alternating watercolor paintings and photos on the screen, her tears flowing like rain.
At that moment, Xi Jiu in front of her suddenly bent his knee and knelt on the ground.
Ruan Qi's heart skipped a beat, faintly guessing what Xi Jiu was going to do.
She subconsciously exclaimed, "Jiujiu..."
"Baby," Xi Jiu knelt on one knee, looking up, with gentle eyes in his dark cold gaze.
He looked up at Ruan Qi, his overflowing love almost melting into water: "Twelve years ago, I was lonely and indifferent. Then a little sun stumbled into my world, bringing color to my life. We were apart for ten years; I've searched for you for eight years. Fortunately, heaven has been kind to me, allowing me to meet you again."
