The first time she attended his concert, she wore a white shirt and sat in the third seat from the left in the seventh row. His music brought her to tears. Backstage, he took her hand. "Are you a doctor?" She looked down at her hand. "How did you know?" "Those hands have delivered so many babies."
They fell in love 1,100 kilometers apart. He sang in Beijing, while she delivered babies in Xi'an. The first time they parted, he said, "Wait for me to come back." When she hemorrhaged on the operating table, all she could think was, "I haven't heard enough of his voice yet."
This is a story about waiting, courage, and reunion. Snow melted and fell again beneath the bell tower, and the ginkgo leaves turned yellow again and again. Night in Chang'an never ends, and neither does their love.
