770 Mountain

"Mommie, such beautiful flowers."

Outside the airport.

A little girl, led by her mother, whispered, her eyes locked on a young man holding a lavish bouquet of flowers, staring expectantly at the exit, oblivious to the sideways glances of passersby.

After a short while.

A girl about his age came out, and he immediately beamed a brilliant smile, quickening his pace to meet her with the flowers in hand.

The girl saw him too, and her youthful face lit up with surprise, bolting towards him even faster than he had.

Ignoring the bouquet between them, the young couple embraced tightly.

Beautiful love is always like this, a mutual rush towards each other.

Passersby cast envious glances as they walked by.

Turns out today is the twenty-fourth of the first lunar month, Valentine's Day in the West.

"When you grow up, boys will give you flowers too."

The once most beautiful hostess in Middle Jiang led her daughter further into the airport, her noteworthy face hidden behind a mask.