If Only Life Were Like Our First Meeting

In that life, she was the Eighth Princess of the Tianfeng Dynasty. Her song, "Chasing the Moon," captivated the entire capital. That year, in the finest days of her life, she set out for the northern deserts in a wedding procession of ten miles, all for him. And yet, in the end, he let her down. On the Nine-Bend Corridor, he brushed her hand aside and turned away without a backward glance. Perhaps it truly was a bond from a past life, a debt to be repaid in this one. In this world, there is always someone no one can force, not even an emperor. If only we could meet as we did at first, why should the west wind grieve over the painted fan? So easily a familiar heart changes, and yet we say it is the heart of an old friend that is fickle. After their vows at Mount Li, the night was still young; even the rain that rang like bells brought no regrets. How could that compare to the fickle nobleman in embroidered robes, who once vowed to fly wing to wing, branch to branch? Completed historical novels: Completed modern novels: A friend's recommended story: The writing is incredibly delicate.