Twelve years of devotion, in exchange for thirty minutes of her life. Was it worth it?
Li Qingyang: “Yes.”
He is a aloof, solitary physicist, a madman in the eyes of the world.
For the sake of his first love, he is a gambler willing to trample the world underfoot.
The rain that had kept them apart for fifteen years finally stopped that day.
That day, he handed over the Heaven-Turning Seal and fought his way out of the encirclement with her on his back.
That day, Song Manni, who had silently protected them, atoned with her life.
That day, her wicked ex-husband set himself on fire to prove his resolve. Red flowers and torn clothes turned to ash with the bones; the green hills and old homeland grieved alongside his soul.
Red broken flowers, mung bean cakes, ashes mingled with bone.
It turns out the three most devoted words in this world aren't “I love you,” but “I remember you.”
