What was Chun Buxu's love for Yan Qingdong like? It was the tolling of the ox-head bell, the scattering of lungta prayer flags, the fluttering of prayer banners, and the devout faith of taking three steps and bowing once, then nine steps and kneeling in prayer. She revered him as a god and prayed for his happiness and well-being.
And Yan Qingdong's love for Chun Buxu was one minute past midnight. It was a plea.
They both loved each other, but they were never in love.
“Yan Qingdong, let's get married!”
“Yan Qingdong, have you gotten used to being the other woman?”
“Yan Qingdong, the first snow of the year has fallen in Nancheng.”
