Purple Veil: Yearning for the Warmth of Sun and Moon

Laughter spills like pearls, bright eyes brim with warmth: a little sunshine VS A graceful visitor in white from the clouds, cool and distant: a little moon She is a dazzling sun, everyone's little ray of sunshine, and the warm winter sun that belongs to him alone. He is a moon high in the heavens, a towering iceberg, yet she draws him down to earth and warms him with all her heart until he melts. She is willing to give up her own best years just to spend every year by his side. He would rather give up the chance to become immortal, wishing only that she might live to a hundred. Murong Ziying: “The depth of my love is witnessed by heaven and earth. Surely you understand.” Han Lingsha: “The truth in my heart is clear as day and moon. Surely you know it too.” She uses laughter and teasing to break through his icy shell, while his steady presence catches her wandering shadow. One is a blazing fire, the other a cold block of ice. They seem incompatible, yet somehow they blend into the perfect temperature for each other. He only dares to bury his ever-growing love deep in his heart, but she teaches him to say it out loud: “It's exhausting to keep your feelings hidden so carefully. So why not just admit them openly?” He wants to hold on forever to the warmth she gave him. Temperature is an indispensable part of life. All the world's many longings begin with it. It is not simply a matter of hot or cold, but a practice that lasts through lifetimes, written in the palms of mortals by heaven and earth, with yin and yang as ink. “I've never said it out loud, but I've really wanted to...” “I'm so enchanted by your warmth.” [Signed! The headcanon is piled sky-high. If you don't like it, don't read!]