<figure class="tmblr-full" data-orig-height="275" data-orig-width="500"></figure>We’re finally here! This is the last chapter of Book 1, Encountering Love and also marks the half-way point in the story. I’m sorry that Jing Wan decided to return to Qian Ping when her heart obviously tells her otherwise, but she is a filial daughter and is still rather bitter about Jian Zhang. But as they say, absence makes the heart grow fonder. I expect that when they meet again, there won’t be any of this pining and stolen glances, but crackling flames that signal their torrid love story.
It was finally time for the train to leave, Murong Feng gazed at her, that look he gave seemed to be full of words he wanted to say, but in the end, he only sighed lightly, said goodbye and got off the train. She watched him stand on the platform from the window, Shen Jia Ping was holding an umbrella over him to protect him from the rain, and the sentries were all lined up behind him; the rain poured down, rustling as if a million ropes were lashing against the earth. The train began to sway slightly, and began to slide forward slightly. He stood there, unmoving, Shen Jia Ping said something into his ear, but he acted like he did not hear and only raised his head to gaze at her. She had wanted to move away from the window, but for some reason she had lost all her energy and could not move; in the end, she could not even turn her gaze away. Separated by glass and a curtain of rain, she could not see his face clearly at all, she watched blankly, but did not know what she was thinking. A warm palm pressed against her shoulder, she turned around, Yin Chu Fan called out lovingly: “Child.” The train began to pick up speed, and when she turned her face back, his silhouette was already far away; the train became faster and faster, while he became farther and farther. He and the sentries became blurred and mere shadows, and after a while, the train curved around a bend, and she could no longer see the platform. The only thing left between the heaven and earth was a boundless sheet of rain.