Meng Qi's life was neither quite ordinary nor quite remarkable. There were the two men she loved dearly, and several admirers.
Several peach blossoms bloomed, but Meng Qi had no desire to pluck a branch. By the time she wanted to pick one of those brilliant blossoms, the season had passed and the flowers had withered.
This story is dedicated to the young men who have loved earnestly.
May your youth be smooth sailing, free of worries.
