Chen Feng was born with a crooked little finger. Her mother said it was a "soul-hooking finger," tethering her to an obsession that spanned lifetimes. Chen Feng never gave it much thought, until fragments of reincarnation began surfacing again and again: a promise on a battlefield during the Qin dynasty, a farewell beneath palace walls in the Tang dynasty, and a vow to stay together as they turned into butterflies. In every life, she fell in love with the same figure, only to part from them in life or death.
During summer break in middle school, Chen Yajing, a part-time teacher at her art studio, led her, still naive and confused, to mistake infatuation for fate. A flutter of the heart on a rooftop, followed by Chen Yajing's manipulation, trapped her in a sixteen-year entanglement. From a youthful rush toward love to utter exhaustion, her uncontrollable emotions and oppressive restraints gradually kept her stuck, and even made her lose herself time and again.
Then came a chance encounter in an elevator, like a promise from a past life. A string of distinctive white-jade Six Emperor Coins hung by her door, and her eyes held a tenderness and distance that would not fade. But she seemed to remember nothing of their past lives. They had always been spouses, always lovers, always deeply in love but thwarted by fate, torn apart by death. This time, though, they were both women. Chen Feng remembered everything, but she was a mystery. All Chen Feng knew was that she had the same childhood nickname as in their first life, Niuniu, and that her WeChat name was "A Promise Carried by the Wind." Beyond that, she knew nothing. In this life, she called them passing strangers and never told Chen Feng she loved her, yet at a crucial moment she nearly died for her. Chen Feng stopped trying to uncover her past. She no longer wanted to repeat the partings and deaths of their former lives, so she cut the thread between them, entered a Taoist temple, and prayed for her from afar. The promise between the summer wind and the east wind, blue gazing at orange, the pact on their little fingers, a love spanning a thousand years. First love is not the first person you fall for, but the first person you love after learning what love truly is. Love is not entanglement or possession, but freedom, selflessness, and lifting each other up. Chen Feng, Cheng Feng, in this life let us hold each other forever, without weighing each other down. I'm sorry. I love you, always.
Theme: The meaning of love and acceptance: "Love is love," regardless of form or outcome
