Meng Ruoyu Xia Qingzi -

It was on a chilly autumn night that I first saw him. The moon was high in the sky, casting a silver glow over the silent forest. He stood by the ancient well, his white garment seemingly illuminated from within, as if the jade he wore reflected the moon's gentle beams.

For a moment, time stood still. The rustling of leaves, the hooting of owls, everything paused. I felt as though I had stepped into a painting, one that I never wanted to exit.

But like a dream, he vanished. One moment he was there, the next, gone. I was left standing there, wondering if it had all been the product of my imagination. Yet, the memory of that elegant and refined youth lingered, haunting me like a sweet melody. meng ruoyu xia qingzi

Through inquiries, Meng Ruoyu learned that the girl was Xia Qingzi. He found excuses to pass by the melon stand again and again. What started as gratitude soon blossomed into deep affection. Xia Qingzi, in turn, admired his ambition and his gentle nature.

They began to meet in secret under the shade of an old willow tree by the river. Meng Ruoyu would teach her to read and write; she would bring him tea and food she prepared herself. It was on a chilly autumn night that I first saw him

One evening, under the light of the moon, Meng Ruoyu took her hand. "Qingzi, I have nothing to offer you now. But when I go to the capital for the exams, I will return with a title. Will you wait for me?"

Xia Qingzi nodded, her eyes shining with tears. "My heart belongs to you, Ruoyu. I will wait for you until the willow leaves turn to stone." Modern Reception