Eight-year-old Shen Qianqian and ten-year-old Wen Yanyu are childhood sweethearts...
Shen Qianqian: “Brother Yanyu, when I grow up, I'll marry you and be your bride, okay?”
Wen Yanyu: “Okay! It's a promise, then. Pinky swear.”
They hook their little fingers and pledge themselves to each other.
Wen Yanyu takes a white jade bracelet from his arms. “Qianqian, this is my mother's family heirloom. She said I should give it to my future wife. Keep it safe. It's our token of love!”
Shen Qianqian accepts the bracelet.
She takes a wooden plum blossom hairpin from her hair.
Shen Qianqian: “This is my token. You keep it safe too!”
Many years later, Wen Yanyu leaps from a cliff, his vision nothing but white...
Fireflies fill the sky beneath the cliff, where a bud of a night-blooming cereus suddenly opens in all its splendor. Moonlight falls softly over the flower, forming the image of a beauty beneath the moon.
It's very beautiful, but a bit regretful, but maybe this is the best ending!