Qian and Qianxun

She arranged her hair neatly, determined to be beautiful for herself alone and no longer hoping for his affection. She accepted the comfort reality could offer and yearned for the glory of a thousand generations. But life does not reward effort alone, so she stopped readily casting herself into his memories, though she would always save a place for him.

He grew up alone, pretending to be strong. No matter how deeply he was wounded, the moment he saw her, he was still captivated by her.

She thought, “I’m still here waiting for you, but you’ve forgotten you ever came;”

And he knew, “You think letting go will make me happy, but you don’t know that my greatest happiness is holding your hand.”