An Yu felt that she, Chen Nianyuan, Zhang Yue, and Mu Yinuo had always been out of sync, separated by a stretch of time, and so the four of them had become entangled in a tangled fate. It was like her own mother, An Ni, and the foreign woman in her dreams, whose fates had been tangled across countless lifetimes. An Yu knew love had always been there; it was just always a step too late. All that tangled fate came to rest in hands that had never clasped tightly.
