Ten Years of Lanterns in the Jianghu Rain, Yet I Love Only Xiaxia

I’ve never understood Hei Ye’s nonchalance. It seems there’s nothing in this world that can move him. To him, death might even feel like a kind of release. He’s nothing like the deity of Changbai Mountain. He is an honor bestowed by the grasslands upon the Manchu nobility, a Satan who crawled up from hell. Hei Xiazi searches for traces of light with his eyes of darkness. He buries so many of his secrets in wine. Countless times, he has stood on the edge of dawn, just to shake off the glow and stand beside the sunset. He is accustomed to darkness, yet he brings light to those who have lost their way. He’s always smiling, but the smile never reaches his eyes. Hei Ye, has smiling become nothing more than a habit for you? He has no Qilin blood, no grave-robber’s fingers, and no bone-shrinking skill, yet he shares with Zhang Qiling the legend of the Southern Blind and Northern Mute. How many hardships must he endure before he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the deity of Changbai? Of course I feel for him, but it seems no one can truly enter his heart. Almost no one knows his past. The roguish smile at the corner of his mouth often makes people forget his pain. Even in the instant between life and death, he still smiles indifferently. But Hei Ye, do you really love money? Are you really so unconcerned? Are you really not afraid? Hei Ye…