The moonlight was cold that night, and I remember that there were two lines written on the title page of the book:
Liang Qingshan, I like the wind, the wind in the valley and the wind in the plains, but the wind cannot speak and cannot tell you how much I like you.
But, Liang Qingshan, do you know?
My love for you cannot even be written in words.
Intention: secret love
