The apricot blossoms are lightly wet with light rain, and the red beans are boring.
The day he entered the palace with his grandfather was in mid-spring, and the apricot blossoms in Yanhui Palace were at their best at that time. Under the lush greenery, he smelled the sound of a piano that was almost deafening. It was the first time he saw Ye Ran.
From the time they first met, he and she spent nine years together. It only took him half a month from meeting her to falling in love with her. Love at first glance was too illusory, and he didn't quite believe it, but fate was more illusory than love. The red thread between him and her had already been drawn on that mid-spring afternoon nine years ago.