Mu Zuoxue

On Yunjin Mountain, a white horse galloped wildly across the grassy hillside.

Where its hooves struck, the grass flew up, and pale yellow dandelions were crushed and scattered.

A handsome man gently held the delicate woman in his arms with his left arm, guiding the horse by the reins with his right as he raced toward the foot of the mountain.

His long sleeves caught the wind, his robes fluttering behind him.

The howling wind carried raindrops as big as beans, as if trying to batter every blossom on the mountain to pieces.

The sky was as dark as ink, and rain poured down in torrents.

With the woman in his arms, the man rushed into a cave.

On the smooth, slightly cool flagstones, the young man and woman tumbled together in disarray.

Hooves thundered in the distance. Across the meadow stretching to the horizon, lightning bloomed brilliantly like fiery trees and silver flowers...