That night, the sound of the purple jade flute led me to your side. I lowered my eyebrows and closed my eyes, while you leaned in and listened. I have been waiting for that moment for three lifetimes. It's just that the person who caught my eye when I lifted my hijab was not you. I hate how things in the world can be so unpredictable. You have my white jade begonia hairpin, and I hold on to your glazed and purple jade flute. In this complicated love triangle, who owes whom, who will fail whom, and who can clearly see through it all. It turns out that I struggled with persistence in searching, and finally found out that what I love is the person who has always been with me and never left me. Just one glance has lasted for thousands of years.