The young heir of Xilin, whose wisdom had yet to awaken, was abandoned by the gods and cast down into the mortal world, where he met a young lady driven from the Yuan family.
They shared the same misfortune and came to understand each other's warmth and cold.
They waited for the west wind to die down, yet feared it would stop.
On a rainy night, in a mountain cave, they looked up. Through the mist of rain, their eyes met for a fleeting moment, and the story began.
