First Life,
“I wrote your name down, stroke by stroke, until it was carved deep into my memory. You can be everyone else’s dream lover, but never mine.” Blood trickled from the corner of An Suyao’s mouth. With a lingering tenderness, she ran her finger over Mo Ruting’s forehead, then his brow, the bridge of his nose, the philtrum, and finally his lips. Her hand fell limply away...
Heaven knew the depths of his sins. It condemned him to remember his past lives forever, to never deserve her love, to gaze at the Milky Way from afar for all eternity, and to end up with nothing...
Second Life,
She was a gentle breeze settling over the River of Stars; he was a lone leaf, carried by the years into a clear stream. He had once chanced upon the River of Stars, where it scattered into a pool of longing. She had once waded into the cold stream, unaware of what day or year it was.
Could An Suyao’s childhood sweetheart really be a megastar? A national intelligence agent? Someone with the Ministry of State Security? Was he a narcotics agent? Did Mo Ruting and An Suyao’s childhood sweetheart wipe out an entire drug-trafficking ring?
(This is a terrible blurb. Please read the story instead. The pacing is very slow, and there isn’t a specific plotline. It’s made up of little fragments of everyday life that piece together their love across a thousand years.)
Chapter titles are taken from classical Chinese poetry, with some original ones mixed in.
Very beautiful. I like it very much.