Do you remember the sky that day, that dark red sky...?
A promise, a bond written in fate. In the embrace of the cool early-summer breeze, the two of them leaned against each other. Behind their forced smiles, their shadows stretched long. So... pretending not to notice, they chose to be reborn.
At a gathering, someone brought up Xu Ya. Mo Ying, usually a man of few words, immediately turned cold, silencing everyone in the room.
Later, someone asked him, “You never seemed that interested in her. Why are you defending her now?”
Mo Ying replied, “She was special to me from the moment she appeared. Just because I never showed it doesn't mean she doesn't matter to me.”
Eventually, they finally ended up together: a gentleman and a beauty, the envy of everyone around them.
Someone said to Xu Ya with a sigh, “I wonder how the Matchmaker tied your red threads. Who would have thought you two would end up together?”
Xu Ya smiled casually. “Really? I've known since a long time ago that we'd end up together.”
At this end of the road, your hair is as dark as ink. At the other, the years have turned it white.
My love began the moment I met you...
