That month, I turned every prayer wheel, not to deliver you from suffering, but just to touch your fingertips.
That year, I prostrated myself along the mountain road, not to pay homage, but just to be close to your warmth.
That lifetime, I circled mountains, waters, and stupas, not to earn a better next life, but just to meet you…
Excerpt from “That Lifetime” by Cangyang Gyatso
That lifetime, in the season when cherry blossoms filled the air, everything in sight was pink. Beneath the cherry tree, a man held a woman’s hand and swore to the tree, “Rou’er, I, Yin Zhen, will never let you down in this life! Though I cannot promise you that we’ll be the only ones in each other’s lives, I can give you a true heart with room for no one but you!” As he spoke, Yin Zhen pointed to his heart and continued, “In life and death, I have made this vow with you: I’ll hold your hand and grow old with you…”
In the rolling river of history, she lived tenaciously, as insignificant as a speck of dust… Then, in a moment of carelessness, she was swept into the most brutal struggle for the throne in history, the Nine Princes’ succession conflict… Just as she reached the end of her rope, the space ring on her hand opened a whole new door, nearly blinding her. Lu Nianrou blinked her bright eyes. Wait, let me eat some spicy hot pot first to calm down. Now, let’s see how she turns the tides in this fantastical journey…
