She had long forgotten how she and Nan Hua were destined to meet. Is it the thirty-three peach blossom lots she drew in this life, or the waiting at Naihe Bridge for a hundred thousand years, or the peach blossoms flying in the garden more than a hundred thousand years ago...
Although the peach blossoms are beautiful, they are not one ten thousandth as good as his.
Although loneliness is painful, it is not one ten thousandth of the pain of lovesickness.