Intoxicated

That day, he was a bright full moon. She happened to look up and lost herself in his pure, radiant light.

From then on, the crescent jade hook in her dreams became a broken piece, night after night.

By the vast Eastern Sea, her master told her that people were like seashells: only when they found their matching half could they firmly protect a pearl.

She traveled from the misty rains of Jiangnan all the way to the flying snow of the northern frontier, with the same moonlight still behind her.

Only then did she realize he was neither her other half of a shell nor the crescent moon in her sky. He was another distant star, beyond her reach.

When the lotus flowers bloom in Dongting, when the maple leaves turn red in Gusu, when the Qiantang River tide rises, and when spring shines bright in Dali, I will write it all down and tell you. Because I believe that one day, you will know that for these ten years, you never left that morning. You were only hidden in my heart, woven into my life, breathing alongside me.