Warm Winters, Memories of Cool Summers

Xia Yiliang: The name Cheng Shuhan is like a searing brand burned into the left chamber of my heart. He took up my entire youth...

Zou Siqiao: She was the first girl I ever loved, the one who stole my heart at a single glance... The one I want to protect with all my tenderness and every breath of my life...

Cheng Shuhan: We are two wounded, lonely souls, leaning on each other and healing each other. We have grown accustomed to each other's presence, to breathing together, like a left hand and a right hand...

Love is like the hazy paper covering an attic window, like the mist that clouds a glass window in winter. That is the only distance between us. We are so close, yet so far away that I cannot see him turn and walk away. He is so blurred I cannot reach out and touch him. Once he is gone, we will never meet again.

We are all tiny morning stars, passing through the wind and drifting into the rain, bearing the rings of time and telling our stories over and over again.