By the time Ji Weizhen saw Fu Qizhao again, she was twenty-six.
On a rainy, overcast day in London, she walked through puddles until she fell into a warm embrace. The faint scent of soap felt like a thing from another life.
It had been so long since Ji Weizhen had seen him: three years and four months.
When they met again at St. Mary's Church, he seemed touched by the glow of youth, wearing a neat, proper white shirt. Everything about him was beautiful.
Every chance encounter is long planned...
They ran wild beneath the dreamy, hazy night sky. Plane tree leaves carpeted the ground, and the lake flowed quietly...
"Since I can't stay by her side forever, let the stars take my place and protect her for all eternity."
"The stars I love will shine forever, never falling."
