[Because another work has the same title, the original title, Only the Moon Passes By, has been changed to Watching the Moon Pass By.]
Everyone who knew Liang Jingyuan said he had a mild temper, treated everyone well, and was handsome and rugged. Most of the girls in town wanted him as a husband.
When Cheng Yan first met him, she didn’t deny that her heart had fluttered.
But he was only ever unkind to her. He was the one who bit her lip first, yet then started avoiding her without explanation. He was the worst person, bar none.
Yet late that night, in an empty alley, he held her tightly and refused to let go, his back bowed and his expression forlorn. Nameless insects called endlessly in the filthy gutter. In Cheng Yan’s ear, his usually smoky voice carried a trace of humble pleading:
“Cheng Yan, do you still want to be with me?”
