With a faint smile, Zhang Yuan said, "You don't understand. This is a poem by an ancient Chinese poet that Niannian once really liked."
"I don't understand it? How do you know I don't understand?" Luoz's smile widened as he raised the poetry collection in his hand.
The book looked somewhat aged but was well-preserved. As his gaze landed on the poet's name, Luoz raised an eyebrow: Cangyang Gyatso.
It was once hard to imagine Zhang Yuan would settle down to read a poem and savor a cup of tea. Luoz felt this woman had so many surprises and unexpected facets.
She seemed to have many sides, yet also seemed to have just one.
"Whether you see me or not,
I am right there,
Neither sad nor happy.
Whether you miss me or not,
Love is right there,
Neither coming nor going.
Whether you love me or not,
Love is right there,
Unincreased, unchanged.
Whether you follow me or not,
My hand is in yours,
Neither abandoned nor discarded.
Come into my arms,
Or,
Let me dwell in your heart,
