When Yuan Yi finally made up his mind to say goodbye to the unrequited love marriage of the past five years, Xue Jingshi, who had put emotional shackles on her, didn't seem to want it to end there.
They parted in late autumn, and their memories wandered through the winter. Now, they meet again.
If there is really a memory that I have to tell, it is the harshness of my former tenderness.
I am sending you the most charming rose today at the farewell ferry. Goodbye, my dearest you. ——To Xue Jingshi