A Wisp of a Scattered Soul

BE. Readers who cry easily, proceed with caution.

“Master, how can immortals die?”

“Foolish child, even immortals die.”

On the night she left Shengjing, Wen Liang said, “Wuyou, when I return, let's set a date for our wedding.”

“Good. I'll wait for you to come back, and then we'll be married.” Ji Wugou agreed without hesitation.

But when Wen Liang saw him again, he was no longer among the living.

“The painting of A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains that A-Liang wanted will be finished in a few days. Shall I bring it to the princess's residence then?” Wen Yan said with a beaming smile.

Wen Liang nodded. “Thank you, Imperial Brother.”

But when she saw him again, she saw her imperial brother's coffin, and the painting of A Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains, missing only its signature...

Outside the city gates, Mu Rong Nanyan, dressed in red like a blazing flame, waved and called, “Go on back. We'll meet again someday!”

But when they met again, she was lying in an ice coffin.

Wen Liang bowed to bid farewell. “Thank you, Father. Your child will be on her way.”

Wen Zhan nodded without turning around.

The only thing Wen Liang remembered of her last meeting with her father was his silhouette.

“Those who meet will meet again.”

“How long will it take?”

“I don't know, but I believe that day will come.”