Ever since humanity first appeared, people have been troubled by matters of the heart. Through the long ages, countless lovers have borne deep affections, countless lovesick men and women have drifted and struggled, adrift in the history of love and tossed about in its web. From ancient times to the present, there have been Yinglong and Nuba's love across water and fire, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai's love that transformed them into butterflies, Xu Xian and the White Snake's love between a man and a snake, the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl's love between immortal and mortal, Meng Jiangnu and Fan Xiliang's peerless love, and countless other tales of love.
What is love? Simply put, it is the affection between a man and a woman. Just a few short words, yet they hold endless sweetness and bitterness, joy and sorrow. Love takes many forms, yet the feelings it brings are much the same. "In life and death, we pledged our word to each other. I will hold your hand and grow old with you." How plain, how tender, how sweet. Love is like a small stone dropping into a river, stirring ripples that gently and slowly spread outward, pleasant to watch and moving to contemplate. Love is also like the stars in the night sky, appearing and disappearing, hazy and indistinct, leaving people...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
