Let the Past Fade with the Wind

He was gentle and devoted. Gazing intently at Zhang Mo with his captivating eyes, he said, “In this life, I lost to you.” He was handsome and wicked. With his sexy, thin lips, he teased the deepest desires in Zhang Mo’s heart. “You owe me this. Now I want you to repay me.” He was warm and tender. With his gentle hands, he lifted Zhang Mo’s heart, battered beyond recognition. “My heart is clear, Yin. I’m willing to be your A-Cheng forever.” He was mature and reserved. His silent care kept him by Zhang Mo’s side. “If you’re willing, you’ll be the only one I’ll ever choose in this life. You alone can make me take just one ladle from the river.” Their young, innocent love was interrupted without warning. Betrayal and hatred intertwined, driving her away in grief and shame. Yet the ever-warm presence that had watched over her remained, waiting in the same place... Zhang Mo gazed at the sunset in the distance, mourning the love that had passed. A clear tear finally slipped down her cheek. It turned out that the one she missed, the one she loved deeply, had always been him alone.