My elder sister used to say that love was the most corrosive thing of all. I once thought it was love, but only later did I learn it was “My elder sister used to say that love was the most corrosive thing of all. I once thought it was love, but only later did I learn it was hatred, poison, and a fate worse than death.”
She died at seventeen. Her spirit drifted above the clouds and watched him for twelve years.
He married her closest friend and treated her with the utmost tenderness: painting her eyebrows, feeding her medicine, watching the moon with her, and building snowmen.
She thought love could be transferred. That was until the truth about that bowl of sweet soup came to light.
He spent seven years laying his plans, five years making amends, and a lifetime waiting.
She watched him from above the clouds for twelve years. When the plum blossoms bloomed, she left.
He waited seven years in the human world. At Peach Blossom Ferry, he met a young girl named Xu Huiyin.
Theme: “Love is like a firefly, faint but unwilling to go out. Someone watched him from above the clouds for twelve years; someone waited for her in the human world for nineteen.”
