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I suppose, deep down, I hoped he would come find me. But would he? I never told him that my first encounter with him wasn’t at Madam Jiang’s residence, but at the gates of the Jiang estate-the day I was brought back, twelve years ago. At that moment, the eldest young master had just emerged from the mansion, surrounded by attendants, radiating an air of supreme confidence. Madam Jiang’s servants hurriedly led me aside to wait respectfully. Our first meeting at the Jiang residence-he dazzled me like an immortal from Mount Guye. The radiance of heaven and earth, the luminous glow of the sea moon-none could compare to even a fraction of his brilliance. In the Yan Zhi Pavilion, I’d seen many graceful figures and vibrant beauties, yet beside him, they were worlds apart. So lofty, so radiant. I tried to reach for him, but no matter how I stretched out my hand, he remained utterly beyond my grasp. I schemed relentlessly, plotting every conceivable way to drag him into the same mire as me-to no avail. I loved him, yet could not have him; I tried to stop loving him, yet could not let go. Only in dreams could I be utterly unrestrained, calling his name directly. Status, position, gender-none mattered. Jiang Qi. Do not think me ridiculous. How wonderful it would be if you could come and keep me company.
