Her ex-husband died a few years ago. Every year on the anniversary of his death, Ling Zhi would visit him with a bouquet of lilies.
In the fifth year, Ling Zhi went to the cemetery as usual to pay her respects. This time, she had someone with her.
The man held a bunch of vivid red lilies in his arms, gazing at the gravestone without a hint of sorrow or joy.
When the mist cleared, it revealed the photo on the stone. The face was identical to the man's pale features.
His name was Xun Wu.
- The mist in the mountains whispers your quiet confession.
- I miss you, thousands upon thousands of times.
One-on-one romance, both leads sexually inexperienced, a fateful encounter, healing and redemption.
Theme: Part the dense fog and embrace life.
