Many years had passed and Feng Liang had never seen that woman again.
Perhaps the best things were always those that one could not get. As Feng Liang rose in his ranks and led an increasingly complacent life, that woman was like a red mole in Feng Liang's heart that could not be erased.
For the sake of his family and career, Feng Liang could only choose to sacrifice his marriage. He was almost fifty years old but he did not even know where the woman that he loved most was, how her life was, whether she married another man after leaving him and whether she gave birth to children with another man.
Each time these thoughts came to his mind, Feng Liang could feel an inextinguishable fire burning his heart.
