Shang Li

In the imperial garden of jade tiles and red walls, the flowers have bloomed. A childish girl shyly confessed, “Jingxuan gege, I like you.”

Jingxuan indifferently retorted, “But I don’t like you!”

Years later, when they met again, the immature girl has become an elegant lady. He said to her affectionately this time, “Your husband will only be me, and I will not fail again.”

She stared at him with tears in her eyes and said, “You should have understood that I have already lost the courage to love you.”

Her affection had been so deep, yet he missed it in full bloom. Now that he’s persistent, she has already grown cold.

One step forward, two steps back. They are two people who never meet in between— they always miss each.