I remember when I first arrived in Luoyang, it was on a winter day much like today.
Leaning quietly by the window, Chu Yu leisurely watched the snowflakes falling from the sky. The flakes were large yet light, as if white feathers from heaven fluttered down to the mortal world.
How is Rong Zhi now, I wonder? Has he fulfilled his wish? The emissary I dispatched to gather news hasn't returned yet, and a distance of two thousand li is truly inconvenient.
If only there were telephones, a simple call would resolve everything.
Amused by her thoughts, Chu Yu couldn't help but show a smile.
Since returning to Luoyang, there were times at first when the thought of Rong Zhi would sadden me, but gradually, all that remained was a serene emptiness in my heart, much like the feeling I have now.
