Ginger tastes pungent and is slightly warm in nature.
That summer, she fell for a gentle, powerful man.
That winter, he lost a woman whose heart and eyes held only him.
Five years passed unbearably slowly. One person struggled to forget, while another held on to every memory.
Tang Wenting stood on a foreign street, silently watching her past flicker across a screen, his eyes bloodshot. He couldn't see her present, much less be a part of it.
Every day, he prayed for heaven to spare the woman he loved.
During a brief moment of lucidity, she took off her ring. Her voice was unbearably bleak, as if passing a death sentence on herself, and her words pierced his heart, making every last part of him ache.
"I'm sorry. Please forget me."
How could he forget her? Would a whole lifetime be enough? Perhaps not even that.
But lovers do find their way to each other in the end.
His devotion ran so deep.
Theme: Follow love wherever it leads
