He and he met by the lakeside in Yangzhou, amid the spring blossoms of March...
That day, the sky was clear, and flowers bloomed in a riot of colors, almost dazzling the eyes...
"Oh no, it's ruined! Such a fine fan, and now it's broken!"
"My fan is made of ivory. How are you going to pay me back, you brat?"
... ...
"Hey, young man, are you leaving..."
"What?"
"Little beggar, would you like to come away with me?"
... ...
One was cold as ice, the other did as he pleased...
Su Ran, cool and aloof as a cloud in the heavens
Lu Xiaoyi, as humble as dust amid the common folk
They were two parallel lines that should never have crossed, yet fate brought them together by chance.
All they could do was sigh at the cruel twist of fate...
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