As the withered, dust-covered days of the past hurried away, he would sometimes wonder: In this lifetime, how cruel and yet how lucky it was to meet her in the Qin family. Seven years wandering separately, 2,554 days and nights torn and tangled through the turning seasons. In this pale present, deep love is useless.
Qin Shen: I remember you, beyond time and within it;
I remember you, in an instant and in eternity.
Qin Nuan: You are the dusk that never gives way to night, the dawn that never brightens.
Your voice is like a mountain spring flowing deep in the hills, your touch like wisps of cloud in late spring.
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