Shen Qingci is the legitimate young master of a noble household, raised high above the clouds. Born refined and delicate, fussy and pampered, he has been kept pure and unspoiled by the years, knowing nothing of life’s hardships.
Lin Suian is a lowly servant in the outer courtyard, sunk in the dust. He has endured loneliness and hardship in silence, treading carefully at every turn, his resilience tested by every bitter trial life has to offer.
They are two people from entirely separate worlds, with nothing to do with each other. Neither has any part in the other’s affairs of the heart, and their fates are unrelated.
Yet the most absurd love at first sight in the world always begins with one person simply trying to make a living, while the other falls headlong into their own delusions.
He guards his modest livelihood, his innocence, and the little peace he has.
He mistakes tenderness in someone’s eyes for a love he imagines is meant for him alone.
For twenty chapters, love and longing take root. The wind rises over distant mountains,
and he mistakes the gentleness and propriety that come naturally to someone else
for a deep and hidden love, restrained by the divide between their stations.
A grand, drawn-out tale of self-deception,
a mutual salvation that begins with a misunderstanding and ends in a lifetime together.
The wind falls over distant mountains, and love finds its way to one person.
