The Dreamweaver Chronicles of Yanshu: The Past

Bearing the sorrow of parting, I quietly listen to the wind brush past my ears. The human heart cannot bear the thought of being separated forever. Even as a demon immortal, I cannot escape these feelings. The year is not yet over, and this year's winter has not yet come with the wind, yet I can no longer share a tender moment with you. Time flows gently. Looking back on the past, a lifetime spent by your side was like fireworks in this world: born in the ordinary, then blazing* in that instant before falling from the sky. Gazing into the years as they sing like a song, you and I were born in the Netherworld, walking hand in hand and spending centuries together. It had nothing to do with time, only with that fleeting glance we shared.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.