Who says love must end in drifting apart? Grieving a love that was deep, yet fate too shallow; hating you for belonging to another. My heart feels cut in two, and I keep asking the heavens why. In sorrow, I wander the ends of the earth, gazing toward China, where dead embers cannot be rekindled. A lifetime, a generation, and still two cannot become one; we yearn for and gaze at each other, yet cannot draw close. There is only the longing that spans mountains and rivers. Cherish the one before you. Three thousand splendors flow by like water. Though I cannot forget the fine young man on the Stone of Three Lives, even less can I forsake the proud prince on the road to the River of Forgetfulness.
The first book tells the story of Lin Ruoshui and Lei He.
It focuses on university and the first years after entering the workforce. A devoted, gentle, wealthy gong and a narcissistic, scheming, cunning shou.
The devoted one betrayed his love, while the schemer gave himself away.
Is it a scam? The copywriting is not very good.