In the glittering city of Bianjing, the love between Yan Jidao and Lanzhou is like an unfinished Song lyric: winding, moving, and heartbreaking.
“My mother still has reservations about you,” Yan Jidao said softly, his brows knitted. “If she will only let me marry a woman from a prominent family, am I supposed to give you up?”
“Shuyuan, life is but a dream. Why sacrifice yourself for me?” Tears shimmered in Lanzhou’s eyes. “I’m willing to let you go. I hope you find where you truly belong.”
“Lanzhou, the affection between us is like a gentle breeze beneath the moon. How can we speak so lightly of giving it up?” Yan Jidao gripped her hand tightly, his heart aching unbearably.
“But the world makes things difficult. My lowly status makes me an unsuitable match for your brilliance.” Lanzhou lowered her head, her voice trembling.
“Love is hard to hold on to. Why let this heartless world tear two lovers apart?” Yan Jidao sighed, seeming to understand her helplessness.
“May you never forget: in this fleeting life, dreams are our refuge. One day, my heart will find its way home.” Lanzhou smiled faintly, though her heart was heavy with sorrow.
