A lifetime is brief, like grass and trees that last but one autumn.
Zhu Yesheng's love surged in three moments.
She and Yan Tingfeng had been together for just twenty-seven days, all told. Yet during those fleeting twenty-seven days, this humble, insignificant girl stumbled into such a grand, intoxicating dream.
In the end, Zhu Yesheng got what she wished for, and Yan Tingfeng became immortal.
I think I see that young man running across the wilderness, chasing ghost lights into the wind. The grass and trees are lush, the mountains stand silent, and the moon hangs high. He never stops.
