Zhou Yun flashed a radiant smile, it was for her beloved.

She opened her mouth to call him, but of course, no sound came out.

Yet Song Chi heard her, surprised, he looked up, and upon seeing Zhou Yun, he too broke into a smile.

He closed the book in his hand and walked over to Zhou Yun.

As the two got closer, Zhou Yun showed a hint of girlish shyness.

She put both hands behind her back, lowered her head, then raised her eyes, unable to hide her grin.

They looked at each other and laughed, the laughter seeped into each other’s eyes.

[The boy rides a bamboo horse, playing around the bed with the green plum]

Guan Xiaohe’s first verse ended.

The camera cut to Guan Xiaohe.

Guan Xiaohe stood up from the swing, as if she had heard something, turned her head to look.

Behind her, in the night with sparse stars and moon, suddenly a distant beacon fired bright.

Her eyes showed deep concern.

The melody gradually exuded a trace of melancholy and sorrow.

When the camera cut back to Song Chi, he was standing beside a clothes rack, already having taken off his student uniform, hung it up, and put on the military uniform beside it.

He hadn’t buttoned the uniform yet when Zhou Yun pushed the door open hurriedly with a package, seeing Song Chi already dressed in his military attire, her steps halted, a tear instantly fell.

Seeing Zhou Yun at that moment, Song Chi’s face showed difficult hesitation.

He slowly buttoned up while looking at Zhou Yun.

Zhou Yun gently wiped the tear with the back of her hand, handed the package to Song Chi, then took off the red thread from her wrist and tied it to Song Chi’s wrist.

She said nothing, just quietly doing all these.

And he too stayed silent, waiting for her to finish tying the red string on his wrist, he gave her one last deep look.

His deep feelings hidden in his eyes, he resolutely turned around, silently, bent over to pick up a suitcase, and left.

Zhou Yun stood in place, watching him depart.

Snow began to fall.

Seasons rotated, time passed.

Zhou Yun walked to a dressing mirror, tied her hair up, placed a white nurse cap on her head, then dressed in a white nurse uniform, and carried an emergency kit.

By now her face had shed all the greenness and shyness of youth, filled with gentle determination.

She quickly walked while carrying the emergency kit, the camera followed her as she passed by Guan Xiaohe, then paused again back on Guan Xiaohe.

Guan Xiaohe’s singing entered the chorus, her gaze swept after Zhou Yun’s departing figure, as if she heard something, turned her head back, and the camera followed her.

Song Chi sat against a wall in ruins, his uniform already worn and stained, his face no longer clean.

His situation seemed dire, but his eyes remained bright, staring dazedly at the red string on his wrist, suddenly as if hearing something, he immediately grabbed a gun nearby and rushed toward a certain place.

Zhou Yun brushed past him over the half-broken wall.

She reached the place where Song Chi had rested, her steps slowed down.

The accompaniment and Guan Xiaohe’s singing painted a sort of mechanism at that moment.

The lyrics, "We are scattered in this time-space, when will there be a moment of reunion" outlined Zhou Yun’s silhouette, the camera gave a close-up, Zhou Yun’s forlorn expression told the story without a single line of dialogue understood by everyone watching.

Guan Xiaohe sang the climax, the easily powerful high notes handled as if clearing the clouds and seeing the mist.

Zhou Yun sat where Song Chi previously did, looking up, her eyes slightly red, but no more tears fell, suddenly it seemed someone shouted something, she snapped back, as if to suppress longing, she picked up the emergency kit and ran.

Song Chi, wounded, leaned against a stone, holding his left arm with his right hand, blood had soaked his sleeve.

As their eyes met at that instant, surprise, disbelief, heartache, anxious unease, complex emotions burst forth.

Her steps paused only momentarily, then swiftly she ran up and half-kneeled beside him, hastily applying gauze to stop the bleeding.

As she wrapped the gauze, she noticed the red string still tied to his left wrist, her eyes brimmed red, immediately turning away, no longer looking at it.

Song Chi’s right hand grasped Zhou Yun’s hand.

Zhou Yun looked into his eyes, in their gaze, countless unspoken words exchanged.