The Early Spring by Gu Niang Bie Ku

Every woman probably goes through a period like this: ordinary, obedient, well-behaved, an anonymous person in the eyes of strangers, a dim star who is neither here nor there in his life.

But that’s just a phase. Later, she shines like the sun—dazzling, brilliant—but she no longer loves you.

Standing in the icy snow of the northern lands, Luan Nian’s hair and eyebrows are frosted with cold. His breath turns into vapor as he speaks: “Shang Zhitao, let’s start over from scratch? From the moment we first met.”