Cen Zhen

In that era, people were far apart, but the distance between hearts was very close; and the meaning of a promise was sometimes more than the value of life.

Hou's people have not forgotten the weight of commitment.

The boy ran out of breath to the girl who had just finished picking mulberries under the shade of the tree, holding a bundle of bamboo slips tightly in his hand.

"That's it!" The boy stopped in front of the girl, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and slowly handed out the bamboo slip in his hand to the girl. He didn't seem to be in a hurry, but his hands were shaking slightly.

The girl was a little confused. The boy said he wanted to find a gift for her, but he found... such a bundle of bamboo chips? "This is?" the girl asked in confusion.

"Some people say that what is stored here is... love!" The boy touched his nose and said shyly.

"Love? What is that?" The girl was still confused; the boy bowed his head and thought hard for a long time before he managed to squeeze out a specious answer. "Maybe it's an agreement between a man and a woman?"

The girl finally understood something and asked with a blushing face and her head lowered. "Then what do you want to promise me?"

"I want to hold your hand for a lifetime!" The boy showed a cheerful smile. Some things are much easier for the boy.

A lifetime, a lifetime, is shorter than the blink of an eye for boys and girls at this moment.

When the spring breeze caressed the leaves, the boy stretched out his hand to hold the girl. They still didn't know what kind of test the world would give them; they also didn't know that this was the first and last time they held hands.