“I was once a silent mountain. After meeting you, I realized I was a roaring sea.” Jing Ruan never imagined she would spend more than a decade entangled with the He family’s second son, He Jiajing, who was just three days older than her. In each other’s hearts, he was the bright and dazzling object of her devotion, while she was the moonlight shining over distant green hills. Although Jing Ruan had once been infatuated with the He family’s eldest son, He Ling, who was six years her senior, from then on, only He Jiajing occupied her thoughts. His name became her surname. She loved him, gave up on him, and walked away, but he kept trying to win her back and following her, making her waver time and again. Perhaps only when they had both turned to ashes could she and he finally become one.
