[A gentle yet obsessive noblewoman, Ning Zhiyun, × a bright and steadfast heir to a prince's title, Ming Ye. Sweet at first, then heartbreaking, told from the heroine's perspective]
Ning Zhiyun never imagined that someone as bright as Ming Ye would enter her calm, uneventful life.
Beneath the swaying willows, they cherished each other in the moonlight. Two hearts, once isolated, gradually drew close. They composed poems with colorful brushes and adorned their dark hair with flowers. Hand in hand, gazing at each other, they could calm mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.
What lay ahead? A single letter told it all.
Their meeting rippled like water, then vanished with the waves.
Thoughts flowed like autumn waters, and longing had no end.
