Of all things in this world, nothing can be kept forever: a fair face leaves the mirror, and flowers fall from the trees.
I used to think the hardest thing to hold on to was youth, which slips away in an instant. For twenty-five years, I kept my life firmly in my own hands.
It was only when they all left me one day that I finally understood.
On the Twenty-Four Bridges, beneath the moonlit night, where is the jade-skinned beauty playing the flute?
My name is Xiao Yuren.
