The green snake stirs, worldly ties are severed, and one dream carries me back to a former dynasty.
The heartstrings tremble, love remains unresolved, a thousand years of waiting for this one moment.
This is not the legend of the White Snake, but the story of a monk and a green snake.
"So... I'm Fahai?"
He reached up and touched his shaved head. Pei Wende stared in astonishment at the green snake coiled around his arm, at a loss for words.
"But can someone tell me whether this guy who eats my food, wears my clothes, and looks at me with such disdain is actually that Xiaoqing?"
