When the Shao music reaches its ninth crescendo, the phoenix comes in splendor.
The phoenix arrives on the wind, dancing with its shadow.
As the shadows dance, the beauty speaks.
I hold your hand, and we will grow old together.
Bing Yun opened her eyes, and every detail of her past life came rushing back: the man's cruel face, and her son, turned into soup, with only his eternally open eyes left. The memories pierced her heart. What hurt most was the satisfied smile of the man who had always protected her, just before he died. At last, they had not shared a bed in life, but they would share a grave in death.
Given another life, should she repeat the same mistakes, or live to protect those who matter to her?
Across three lifetimes, will our fated bond finally reach its conclusion?
Laughing as she roams the martial world, cleverly outwitting the Lord of the Wind and bringing peace to Tianlan, will you still be standing by my side in the end, sharing this realm with me?
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Shao Dance in Splendor
If you don't give up, life after life will be more dependent on each other than life and death.