My Soulmate

Yang Zhi lay in bed, scenes from the past appearing one after another in his mind. In the morning light, a girl stood at the mouth of an alley, her clear eyes like a spring breeze passing over his heart. The first time he drew near, her soft black hair brushed gently across his palm. She was always so quiet, as still as a rabbit. And she was so gentle: one faint smile from her could calm his passionate heart. He had always thought they would hold hands and grow old together...