The Evening Breeze Ends at the Close of the Old Year

On an evening in late autumn, beneath an old locust tree.

Wen Zhixia leaned against Shen Yubai's shoulder. Her voice was soft, without a trace of tears:

"Shen Yubai, meeting you was the only good fortune in my short life.

I've been too obedient and sensible all my life. I've never been greedy for anything.

Except for you.

But my heart won't keep beating long enough to see all your years to come."