Gather ye rosebuds while ye may!
For the same flower that smiles today will be dying tomorrow!
The joke said on the crepe myrtle trail in Lan Feng Institute many years ago was spot-on and became the best representation of his life. He had wondered for countless times—if he had followed his heart that day, plucked that most gorgeous bunch of crepe myrtle flowers, and tied it to her hair, how would the situation play out?
And today, he did what he didn't do then.
However, it was to bid goodbye to the past, to satisfy that thought that was buried deep within his heart.
Zhong Rufeng left.
With the date to revisit the old place, with the regret of the past, as well as the present relief, he left with the gentleman's generosity, magnanimosity, and determination—rid of stubbornness, greed, anger, ignorance…
Zhong Rufeng did it.
Wen Xinya looked at her reflection in the hand mirror.
