Sending Love on the Wind and Moon

[Born into privilege] [Lowers his head for love] [Sweet romance]

A restrained, gentle, refined tycoon vs. a beautiful, clear-eyed flight attendant

In early autumn, Pingcheng was crisp and clear. Cen Wangshu stood straight as a pine, refined and cool. When he first met Xia Yun, he thought she was a beautiful, sly woman, like a little fox, with disdain in her eyes.

He couldn't help wondering if she would refuse no one, as long as they had enough money.

What about him, then?

The temple was still and quiet.

Xia Yun smiled. Perhaps she and Cen Wangshu were fated to meet. Otherwise, how could they keep running into each other despite the gap in their social standing? She also thought of the fortune slip she'd drawn just now: "Snow settles in the courtyard." Could that be a sign?

"What are you smiling about?"

Xia Yun remembered that this was the second time Cen Wangshu had asked her that.

She looked up at the man standing in the wind and snow. A hint of carefree sincerity lay in her eyes as her soft voice drifted out. "I just drew a fortune slip for love in the main hall. It said that the first man I met on my way down the mountain would be the one who'd stay by my side for the rest of my life."

She paused, then tilted her head slightly and added, half joking and half serious, "It seems, Mr. Cen, that I may be reaching above my station."

All the tenderness and devotion in Cen Wangshu's life belonged to Xia Yun.

Day after day, year after year, he was lost in her smile and eyes, and never woke again.

When he was young, the abbot once read his fate:

"One thought of bodhi brings purity; half a lifetime of wealth becomes a prison."

Cen Wangshu lowered his head and gently rolled the Buddhist beads between his fingers.

The beads were cool.

He looked up at the woman not far away, her head bowed over her fortune slip, her eyes curved in a smile.

"Fate has treated me well. It gave me half a lifetime in a gilded cage, and also gifted me a lifetime of warm, ordinary joys."