A Dream of Silk and Splendor Across Three Lifetimes

It began with the bitterest separation in a past life, and ended with the meeting of Gou Qi in this life.

The passing years are too painful to recall, the past too painful to bring up. Amid the teeming multitude, life is but a dream: like mayflies, we are born at dawn and die at dusk, drunk and lost in dreams. Now I take up my pen to record those days. We forgot each other, yet could not forget. Some things are impossible to forget.

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