That year, at Mingyue Ferry, spring was impossibly beautiful.
She was gentle as water, slender and lovely as jade.
He was quiet and reserved, his feelings buried deep.
The most beautiful moment was when she fell asleep against his shoulder. There were no kisses or embraces, no sweet nothings.
But amid the turmoil of the times, he ultimately chose the greater good.
"If only... we hadn't met that day."
