Li Qing used to be a delivery rider. He seems born to be the protagonist: swept into a conflict, he embarks on the path of cultivation, determined to ascend in broad daylight and become a mighty cultivator capable of moving mountains and filling seas. And his greatest dream is to fall in love in a sweet, romantic relationship.
To my dearest Bingbing,
Don’t speak of everlasting time or seas drying up and stones crumbling. Don’t speak of the ends of the earth, nor say that the one I love lies beyond mountains and seas, though mountains and seas can all be leveled.
I hope you and I can be together, there by the poor reeds, weathering wind and sleeping beneath the stars. What if we must watch the sun rise and set every day?
Ah! In my eyes, Bingbing, your form is a river of stars and moonlight, tranquil and radiant. Your soul is the first light of dawn, shining through my heart, as if you had come close to me.
Bingbing, I can never forget your every smile and frown. Every glance and every hue could become a cherished memory. Memories, though the evening grows late, still bring me peace. I often look back fondly on the past, and think of you, my girl.
Bingbing, I, am sworn enemies with Mumu!
