First life,
"I'll write down your name one by one until it's engraved deep in my memory. You can be everyone's dream lover, but you can't be mine." The corner of An Suyao's mouth was bleeding, and she traced her finger across Mo Ruting's forehead with nostalgia, then her brow bone, the bridge of her nose, her philtrum, all the way to her lips, and her hand fell down weakly...
God knows the gravity of his sins, and punishes him to never forget his past, punishes him to never be worthy of loving her, punishes him to always be able to look at the Milky Way, punishes him to get nothing in the end...
Second life,
She is like the breeze falling into the stars all over the river, he is like a leaf falling into the clear stream over the years, he once met the stars by chance and scattered his thoughts into a pool, she once waded into the cold stream, and she doesn't know what night it is.
An Suyao's little bamboo horse is actually a big star? A state agent? Under the Ministry of National Security? Is he a narcotics agent? Mo Ruting and An Suyao's little sweetheart took over the drug gang?
(For the scumbag introduction, please move to the main text. The pace is very slow and there is no very specific story line, but the fragments of life are pieced together to form their love that spans thousands of years.)
The chapter names are taken from various ancient poems, and some are also made up by myself.
Very beautiful. I like it very much.