At Last, I Found You on a Snowy Night of Blossoms

After reading Tank’s Waiting for You on a Night of Blossoms and Snow, I watched both the short drama and the original novel, and I couldn’t get over how things ended. A forty-year-old guy got dragged back into memories of his youth. Back then, I met two people. One was like Yang Sisi, lively and radiant, the kind of person who made life feel warmer just by being near. The other was like Ye Zhi, calm and poised, so poised that I always felt I wasn’t good enough for her. What happened next? I drove myself half-mad, blocking them again and again, trying to forget them but never managing to. In the end, neither relationship worked out. Nearly twenty years have passed. I’ve found someone I can build a steady life with, and we have a lovely child. In the end, people have to bow to life. I’m writing this continuation to make up for two regrets: the one in the original novel, and my own. For Sisi in the story, and for the “Sisi” I once knew. I hope readers who are willing to accept this ending will enjoy it, too.