"When your grandpa was young, he too had a girl he liked. We were born in a time of war. I was a scholar, having returned from studying overseas. But, I fell in love with a dancer of humble origins. As expected, my family was against us. We promised each other, vowed to run away together."
"And then?" For some reason, Nan Fei's hands clenched into fists from nervousness.
"She died, engulfed in fire caused by a plane's bombing. The words I wanted to say, the promises I wished to fulfill for her, they can never be accomplished in this lifetime."
Tears welled up in Dai Jinhai's eyes, "Remember, girl, when faced with life and death, love seems trivial, but after a person dies, love appears magnificent."
"The weight of life is heavier than Mount Tai. The magnitude of love exceeds the vast ocean." He had seen from her narration just now. Despite her anger, she still held affection. The youngsters nowadays are spirited, yet they can also be impulsive and willful.
