Fu Boyan, Meeting You Is My Good Fortune

The first time Cheng Yan met him, it was because the last syllables of their names sounded alike. Someone called out, “A Yan,” and she turned to look. She had no idea that with that single glance, Fu Boyan would never forget her.

He wanted to smooth the sadness from her face. A woman as graceful as her deserved to be cherished, and he wanted her to be happy for the rest of her life.

The world is so big, yet meeting in the same place is already a rare thing. To fall in love, too, must be a gift from heaven!

When a melancholic painter meets a sunny ski racer, their love is like snow meeting the warm sun: it slowly melts, they slowly draw closer, and they slowly grow old together. Perhaps they would wish to be together in the next life, and every life after that…