In the thirteenth year of the Republic, I returned from my studies abroad. At the Fengyue House, I caught a fleeting glimpse of you, and you were as radiant as jade.
The gods do not know my heart. Only you can make me confess without reservation. That day, I looked straight at Bai Mingyao and said just that.
She swayed with graceful allure, her eyes glimmering. A hint of starlight seemed to flicker in them. “Miss has seen the bright lights of the foreign concessions. How could you be tempted by someone like me?”
I could not help but laugh. I have seen the Atlantic’s final tear, and I know the warmth of the people of Bayinbuluke. Even the pearl atop the westernmost frontier marker, sparkling in the sunset,
could never compare to your gaze, which has left me utterly lost in you.
