When she was fifteen, the poplar blossoms had fallen, and she broke off a willow branch to bid someone farewell.
“I hope that one day, somewhere in the future, I can stand tall and face him, standing side by side with him.”
That year, in a water town south of the Yangtze, boats glided gently over the water.
The young man wore traditional blue robes. The instant he looked back beneath his oil-paper umbrella, he took her breath away and made time stand still.
“Hello, how do I get to Santang Road?”
At that moment, the spring breeze stirred, and willows brushed the riverbank. From then on, she could never forget him.
“My name is Chaoge, like Chaoge of the Shang Dynasty.”
Theme: Because I love you, I cherish my youth and every moment of glory.
