Records of Flowing Splendor

If he hadn't pleaded so desperately that year for the people of the city to be spared, everything would likely have perished long ago. The dynasty could never have flourished as it does now, nor could the people have enjoyed peace and prosperity. She had endured the agony of a thousand blades piercing her heart and the pain of losing both her parents. In this absurd, transient world, it seemed she no longer had anything to hold on to. Fortunately, after she mysteriously vanished, a man kept searching for her. Only then was he able to awaken the last trace of kindness left in her heart.

Beneath the night sky, in a quiet courtyard, pear blossoms bathed in moonlight as clear as water. A gentle breeze stirred by the pond, sending willow catkins dancing through the air. Suddenly, she remembered that year: the graceful young man, his hair half-tied, gazing at the full moon with a pair of jade-green eyes. His eyes seemed utterly devoid of emotion, yet they stirred ripples in her heart.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.