If you just hide your worries and work alone in your dreams, how will Baochai never be born in the dust?
The first time they met, he stood quietly under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, meditating on the moon. The sadness in his meditation made her confused. Unexpectedly, he was thinking of the little palace maid with whom he had made a lifelong promise three years ago.
The second time we met, in the bridal chamber, he looked indifferent and remained indifferent all night.
An encounter leads to a lifetime of entanglement.