'To Young Master Fang:
Life is fleeting, like the autumn of plants and trees. How fortunate I am to have met you, Young Master, with no regrets.
I still remember...
My sisters and I once heard you eloquently discuss the grand trends of the world, saw you gesturing with grandeur, listened to your zither that transcends ancient and modern times, and tasted the exquisite wines and delicacies you presented.
You, Young Master, are like an immortal, untainted by the mundane, leaving people in admiration.
To have accompanied you, how blessed are Qinghuan and Jin Shu?
In the blink of an eye, nearly three years have passed, hundreds of days and nights, as if in a dream. Yet, heaven does not fulfill people's wishes; a dream will eventually have its waking moment.'
The wheels clattered.
The carriage jolted up and down due to the muddy road.
