Petals drift through the air, and red gauze billows softly. Weeping beneath the plum tree, she dances with abandon, drawing a crowd to stop and watch. He kneels on the ground, weeping bitterly as he holds the golden hairpin that can never be pieced back together. Her desolate smile as she said goodbye and the silhouette of her resolute departure keep flashing through his mind. His heart aches so much he can hardly breathe... Old Lin once told her, love is something shared between two people. You have grown accustomed to loving each other, and become indispensable parts of each other's lives. Water and fire, so rarely joined in harmony, have found a way to coexist in you. That is proof of your love...
Theme: To be husband and wife, with neither doubting the other's love
