In the twelfth year after she was reborn, Bai Suge met Huang Yaoshi, dressed in a blue robe and square cap, aloof and wild.
Over the course of ten years, Bai Suge quietly grew up. As the years passed in silence, her eyes would unconsciously settle on him.
As time turned and flowed, whose heart was bound by three thousand threads of love, never to be free again?
Whose hair was gathered up with each hairpin? Whose heart was moved?
Who owed the most to whom on the Three Lives Stone?
If he hadn't heard that song, he would probably have watched her marry like a kindly elder, watching her slowly walk into another man's arms beneath a sky full of red blossoms. But he had to hear that song, and understand it. That song, steeped in despair, pierced his heart with pain. He pretended not to understand, while she had already realized the truth. The warmth in her eyes changed from hope to despair, then finally settled into calm. She smiled softly, her eyes gentle, and called him
