The first time I met her was on the street at midnight. She was afraid of the dark, so she pulled the man next to her by his robe and walked slowly with her head lowered. The glazed lamp in her hand gave off a faint candlelight, reflecting in her autumn-filled eyes. I heard her name - Jiang Han from their flirting and scolding. I began to secretly look for her in the crowd.
The last time I met her was by the cold lake. The weather has turned warm in March, and the willow trees are rustling in the spring breeze. The man beside her is gentle and elegant, still wearing the moon-white robe. Her smile was bright, but it was so dazzling in my eyes