In the thirty-second year of the forty-fourth reign of the Stele Emperor
“Xiao Ya, shall we run away?” Mischief sparkled in her eyes, and a hint of teasing played at the corners of her mouth, as if she feared nothing in the world.
“All right, Xiao Ya. We've come so far already. It's time to rest,” I replied softly. My gentle voice seemed able to melt every burden, filled with deep affection and tenderness for her.
In this boundless fantasy world, we have transmigrated across three eras, weathering countless storms and partings. Memories surge over me like a tide. But I know this may be far from the end. Perhaps in some distant era, I will still be by your side, walking with you across a vast grassland. In the distance, mountains rise into the clouds, while several Baixi dragons stride across the earth, their enormous bodies as imposing as mountains, each step making the ground tremble. We lean quietly against each other, feeling one another's warmth. The air is filled with the scent of the earth and fragrant plants, and sunlight falls across our shoulders.
Only you, me, and this vast world, quiet and profound, as if time itself has stopped for us.
