Better to Part Than to Grieve

I never thought about how it would begin or end. My thoughts drifted like willow catkins stirred by the wind.

Fate is like willow catkins dancing on the breeze, like poplar fluff swirling through the sky like snow. If you simply reach out and catch it, the fate meant for you is within your grasp. If you ignore it, it will drift farther and farther away, until it vanishes from your blurred sight.

Which of us wronged the other, you or me? Those memories lie buried, untouched by anyone.

If I could, I would rather not know what the future holds. The quiet present is beautiful, too.

If I could, I would rather not recall the years gone by. A new life means a new beginning.

If I could, could the mistakes of the past be rewritten?

If I could, could the grudges between us be erased?

Yin Ruo, the daughter of a wealthy family, ended up in an ordinary household through a twist of fate, while Shen Yun, a scheming and calculating country girl, enjoyed sixteen years of princess-like treatment. A car accident stole Lin Lianci’s memories of Su Zhe. Why does Lin Ling, whom she met by chance, seem so much like someone from those memories?

Why do those jarring fragments keep playing out again and again? Why do those vanished memories keep returning?

Am I powerless to stop any of this? If so, perhaps it would be better to skip the beginning and go straight to the end.

Weiruo is sorrow.

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