An older woman, a celebrated actress who has seen it all,
and a younger man, an unpretentious artist who stands his ground.
What artist could fail to love his muse?
A chance encounter, a moment of love at first sight, and a steadfast choice for a lifetime. Red roses and white roses, the white moonlight and the cinnabar mole. I never have to choose, because in every story, you are the only choice.
When they meet again two years later,
he still calls her “Curator Qin Bingce,” because he never wanted to be thought of as her little brother;
she changes what she calls him, addressing him as “Mr. Cheng Shisan.” In her own heart, she thinks that if she calls him that, they’ll be equals. She tells him the words he often said to her, “I’m glad I met you,” secretly hoping that they can start over, just as they did when they first met.
