That night, the bright moon and stars rose with the breeze, and even the sturdy old trees seemed tender. One bowl of yellow liquor went down, intoxicating the heart and setting the long river of time and misty memories aside. Looking at the woman before him, still pure-eyed and lively as a child, Ye Qianxing knew that all the love he had in this life had come to this. It was over. It was over.
Between heaven and earth, the stars shine bright. Some love blazes like the sun, while some is like moonlight. My yearning is known to the winds and clouds, and clear to the waters, yet she need never see a trace of it.
All Ruo Yuan asks is that Yu Yang be clear and bright, that spring rain fall without soaking her, that summer heat bring no discomfort, that autumn frost bring no sorrow, and that winter snow bring no sighs. Behind her, there has never been only the Youlan Clan. There is also my Ruo Yuan lineage, devoted to her for this entire life.
