She attended his concert for the first time. Wearing a white shirt and sitting in the third seat from the left in the seventh row, she cried. He held her hand in the background, "Are you a doctor?" She looked down at her hand, "How do you know?" "Your hand must have taken over many children."
They fell in love 1,100 kilometers apart. He was singing in Beijing and she was delivering babies in Xi'an. When we parted for the first time, he said, "Wait until I come back." What she thought when she was bleeding heavily on the operating table was, "I haven't heard enough of his voice."
This is a story about waiting, courage and reunion. The snow under the bell tower melted and fell, and the ginkgo leaves turned yellow again and again. The night in Chang'an never fades, and neither does their love.
