My mother once said that I was destined to face a calamity in this life, one called romance.
That day, the peach trees outside Qingcheng were in especially brilliant bloom.
He turned around amid the drifting petals. His jade-like radiance transformed the vivid peach blossoms into black and white.
I heard a voice softly whisper in my heart:
A beauty unmatched in the world,
without equal under heaven.
With just one glance,
I was doomed beyond redemption.
