A Flower in Her Hair, Night Shining White

In Quanzhou’s misty rain, Huang Xing’s lifelong wrongful conviction lay buried;

Across the turbulent seas of Nanyang, Qiu Dingjie’s yearning was a breath away.

Years apart. One braved danger, the other held fast.

When they returned, the Chinese redbuds were in full bloom, and their hearts stayed together, year after year.

Apologies for the OOC. (This is a novel written for Chaochao.)