The most willing to forget the ancient poems, the most disdainful of longing.
Why do people always realize what they missed only after losing again and again, yet never learn to cherish at the very beginning?
Zhang Yichen listens to the bustling sounds of his wife moving around and feels immensely grateful for taking his grandfather's advice not to harshly drive her out of the house. If not, where could he find such a virtuous wife by his side? Life is like this, often realizing the perfection and importance of what you had only after you nearly lose it.
