Evening Dew on the Crape Myrtle

That year, he was the gentle, refined Brother Hui, and she was the innocent, endearing Younger Sister Xi.

That night, the evening mist faded from the lonely maple grove. What could be done as the moon sank over the empty mountains? Silence was the dismal wordlessness between them. Parting meant footsteps that never stopped.

At that moment, if he had chosen to stop for her, if he had chosen to stay for her, would their fates have turned out differently? But they were so alike. One after the other, they both set off in opposite directions, seeking their own skies, unwilling to wait in a daze where they stood...

Ten years passed, and the world changed beyond recognition. They had both met the great loves of their lives. So would they abandon the dreams of childhood, or cling to them with all their might?

The rise and fall of business, one scheme after another, family grudges, tangled love and hate, consuming desire, and power that clouded the mind. When the wheel of fate turned once more, and their destined threads of love became entwined again, they returned to where it all began and gazed upon the splendor of the world. It had all been no more than a dream beneath the locust tree...