On the desolate autumn river, fishing lights are few; I rise to see the waning moon faintly reflected among the trees.
The waterbirds stir at the shimmer of the waves, yet stay perched; chilled by dew, the fireflies' wings grow damp, and they cannot fly.
An unexpected frame-up dragged Lin Wanying back into the weighty days of the past.
Memories of her youth became shackles, old debts weighed heavily on her heart, and rumors spread in every direction.
She was like a firefly whose wings had been dampened by cold dew. Though he was so close, she lacked the courage to go to him.
She was trapped in the debts she owed, entirely unaware of the deep affection Jiang Yu had hidden through all those years.
It was a long, repeating push and pull, a connection that drifted near and far.
Everyone else saw only her hesitation and avoidance. Jiang Yu alone never took a single step back.
Wanying was afraid to cross the river; the river came to meet her.
With a thousand barriers in her heart, she was fortunate that he came toward her.
