[This story mixes heartbreak with sweetness, and both leads are devoted to each other]
A shocking conspiracy, carefully plotted, and a tragic, tender love story.
A wondrous musical score that captures every true feeling in the world; a beautiful melody that laments the warmth and coldness of the human heart.
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Beneath the osmanthus tree in Wule City, the zither immortal Shi Moyu revealed a faint dimple.
“Duan Luo, I want to be with you.”
The city lord, Duan Luo, replied with a cold expression, “You’d be better off staying as far away from me as possible.”
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Beneath the osmanthus tree, Shi Moyu’s face was deathly pale.
“Everyone who plays the Soul-Calling Song dies. Why did you harm me?”
Duan Luo brushed petals from the white silk. “I never meant to hurt you. Fate cannot be defied. This is our destiny, and neither of us can escape it.”
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Beneath the osmanthus tree.
He held the person in his arms, light as a flower petal, and pulled them close. “Moyu, let’s be together.”
Shi Moyu gazed at the drifting osmanthus blossoms. “All right. But the flowers are about to wither.”
