The long river of time never stops, and the past thousand years seem like yesterday. The things that I have tried so hard to forget have become memories that I am eager to explore and awaken when I start over. I am already very old, so old that no one in this world will call me "Azhu" anymore. Those people I want to see, Yanchu, Yuewei, Zhaoze and so many people I thought I never wanted to see again will never see me again. After tens of millions of years of wear and tear, I can no longer tell whether I am Tsumugi or Qingyin, or in what capacity am I living to miss my old friends and stories.
Lord Yanchu, I am really living a good life every day now. As the goddess of wood, and as the little tree fairy Qingyin, I will fulfill my agreement with you. But every time the wind blows, water flows, the sun rises and sets, and the sky is filled with morning glow, I miss you so much. If it happens again, I will definitely never believe what you said again, "Ah, don't cry. I will come back to you when everything goes well in the world and the three realms are stabilized." You broke your promise.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
