The moonlight flowed like water, and frost covered the sky. Summer nights were always full of life, yet not a ripple stirred the shimmering lake. From the woods came the slow sound of footsteps, growing nearer. A ragged young man staggered forward. Moonlight fell on his exhausted face, and his eyes were full of despair and helplessness. He slowly approached the lake and looked at the sky reflected in its surface. The still water gradually rippled in circle after circle.
"Weiwei, Weiwei, I'm sorry. Wei'er, my... Wei'er."
A swarm of fireflies flew past. The night breeze quietly brushed the young man's face. The stars blinked their innocent eyes at his sorrow.
How much could ten years change? How many people could they change? So much of youth was buried in the river of time, without leaving a trace. If Zhongli We Wei had never met Guan Zhaoyan, would none of this have happened? We were so happy back then, laughing so freely. Only when I looked back did I realize that everything had long been set in motion.
