Willow branches turn green, mist stretches far, moonlight shines over the bridge.
Morning breeze stirs the branches, the sun rises again, and the leaves grow lush.
Qiao Yanming thinks fate is truly mysterious. Otherwise, she and Liu Weiqing wouldn't keep meeting again and again.
The first time Qiao Yanming saw Liu Weiqing, she thought she was beautiful. It was a natural, pure beauty, like a white lotus, needing no adornment.
Qiao Yanming has always known she is different from other girls. Perhaps it's because her father was never part of her life as she grew up with her mother and grandmother. She has always felt a natural longing for girls.
In that beautiful memory, Qiao Yanming said to Liu Weiqing:
"Liu Weiqing, the past wasn't good to us. Let's go toward the future."
The girl's pure, radiant smile, along with those words, was etched into Liu Weiqing's heart. It sustained her through the long years until they met again.
"Ayan, now that you've heard my story, stay with me."
"Ayan, I worked so hard to convince myself to stay. Why are you leaving?"
What Qiao Yanming thought was fate was actually Liu Weiqing pursuing her at all costs.
On the night Qiao Yanming falls ill, Liu Weiqing comes to her hospital room. By the dim moonlight, she touches the person she has longed for with all her heart.
"Ayan, am I in your future?"
Later, Liu Weiqing moves to the city where Qiao Yanming lives and takes the apartment next door, deliberately using offers of help as an excuse to get close to her.
Finally, on a rainy night in a dim room, Qiao Yanming says to Liu Weiqing:
"Sister, I have no home anymore. I only have you."
Liu Weiqing lowers her restrained gaze and holds the person in her arms tight.
"Don't be afraid. I'll be there in your future."
Theme: The world needs women
