During the years, he had chatted and laughed with him, listened to the trickle of water, and watched how many flowers were blooming. Who would have thought that they would be separated by Yin and Yang, and would never see each other again. He gave up everything for him and hid alone for several years, keeping a glimmer of hope. After the cycle of life and death, countless wet springs, dry summers, sad autumns and cold winters, he finally found that familiar face in the vast sea of people. This time, he would not let go.