Song Qiao, when I meet you, I am like the stars seeing the moon, and the mountains and rivers are formed by themselves. And to you, I am like the wind binding the flower branches, the wind and snow melting into the sun, shameless.
When I met you when I was young and ignorant, fortunately... It was you.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
