Fate Beneath an Oil-Paper Umbrella

Rain dampens her robes, while birds carry the fragrance of flowers.

Beneath an umbrella stands my beloved, whose heart aches with longing.

The spring night passes with the wind, leaving its fragrance upon the bridge.

I will never follow Zhao Kuo; I would rather learn the fierce ways of Bai Qi.

Frost and rain are bitterly cold; the paper umbrella is pierced by a spear.

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Drizzling evening rain falls, and my beloved wanders into my dreams.

Our fated bond was set across three lifetimes; I wait by the bridge for a tea drinker.

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One flower, one world; one thought, one mortal bond.

Meeting you in this life is enough; across three lifetimes, I will keep you safe.

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