On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Shen Xingmian had a dream.
In it stood a castle of white moonstone and a glowing rose garden, along with a man whose face she could never quite make out. He called her "Your Highness," and she called him "Sain." When she woke, all she remembered was the immense sorrow in her chest, a sorrow that wasn't hers, and a birthmark on her left wrist shaped like a silver bracelet.
She thought it was only a dream.
Until, on a snack street outside her university, she met a young man buying grilled cold noodles. He had light gray eyes and the same mark on his left wrist. He spoke in the most ordinary earthly phrases, but the ends of his words sounded exactly like the man in her dream.
Across the destruction of an entire universe, across eighteen years of forgetting, across the warmth and bustle of everyday life
he said to her, "Did I promise to marry you?"
And she remembered: on a planet that had already vanished, there had been a wedding that could never take place.
On the night of her eighteenth birthday, Shen Xingmian had a dream. In the dream, there was a white moonstone castle, a glowing rose garden, and a man whose face she could never see clearly. He calls her "Your Highness" and she calls him "Sion". After waking up from the dream, she only remembered the huge sadness in her chest that did not belong to her, and the birthmark in the shape of a silver bracelet on her left wrist. She thought it was just a dream. Until she met a boy buying grilled cold noodles on the snack street in front of the university. He had a pair of light gray eyes, and had the same mark on his left wrist. He spoke the most common dialogue, but the end of his voice was exactly the same as the man in the dream. Separated by the destruction of an entire universe, separated by eighteen years of forgetfulness, separated by the smoke and smoke of the human world - He said to her: "Did I promise to marry you?" And she remembered that on that lost planet, there was a wedding that could never be held.