At the end of the summer of 2012, Zhang Ji met Li Shiyu for the first time, that young man who looked like the bright moon and the gentle breeze. Maybe it was because the lights that night were too bright, or maybe the evening breeze was so intoxicating that Zhang Ji was still confused when he recalled him that night again many years later.
Intention: The breeze is shining brightly for the rest of my life, and I have a special liking for you after reading the mountains and rivers.
