Longing for Spring's Warmth

Everyone in their circle believed that Young Master Lu's fiancée was a stand-in for his former flame, the one who had moved abroad. She had status, power, and beauty, but she was destined never to win his love.

Later, the ever-arrogant Young Master Lu, who had always seemed to take life as a game, knelt humbly before the wife everyone thought was just a substitute. His eyes reddened. “A Ying, do I really look that much like him?”

Before their wedding, Lu Beiche and Liang Wanying had agreed to be nothing more than friends. Then one day after they were married, Liang Wanying accidentally found a photo of herself that Lu Beiche had secretly taken four years earlier in his bedside table.

“Lu Beiche, you... have you liked me all along?”

“What if I say I have? Would you still leave me, A Ying?”

He said, “A Ying, wait for me to come marry you.”

He said, “A Ying, I love you.”

He said, “A Ying, get well soon.”

He said, “A Ying, I've been waiting for you all along.”

Every time he called her A Ying, his words fell into the hollow space in her chest. As the years passed, at last they found an answer there.

Winter took Song Jiming away, but gave her a one-of-a-kind Lu Beiche in return.

That year at Yunling Temple, the moment I saw you, I thought you were meant to be mine.

From then on, A Ying would be my wife: in life, she would bear my surname and share my bed; in death, her tombstone would bear my name, and we would share a grave.

“You once told me there was nothing wrong with liking someone.”

“There's nothing wrong with liking someone in itself. But if it causes someone else trouble, then it is wrong.”