Cold Smoke Window

In that life, you were a butterfly and I was a fallen flower, the heart of the flower was broken, and the butterfly wings reached the end of the world; in that life, you were the stars and I was the crescent moon, with mismatched shapes and lost years; in that life, you were the singing girl and I was the pipa, playing songs in troubled times, and loving the world. Later, I prayed for thousands and thousands of years. In this life, you finally appear. You are white hair and I am black hair. No matter life or death, we will be together till the end of the world. ——Leng Hanyan This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.