I never knew memories could be as stubborn and enduring as creeping vines. The love and hate that had vanished in the chronicles of time, like summer flowers reduced to ash, had twisted and wound for so long, yet still clung to the left side of my heart.
If only, if only there hadn't been that sudden whim to try love; if only, if only there hadn't been that instant of heart-fluttering attraction; if only I hadn't loved so deeply, would I be spared such sorrow, such longing?
Lan Nuanxi thought: yes, she truly could never forget the man named Chu Yan.
But they would never meet again, never love again.
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