The Record of a Fleeting Life in Zhaoyun

“The world is full of countless sights, but none compare to your eyes and brows. With you by my side, this whole realm is enough for me.”

“If you take up your sword and set out, I’ll take up mine and stay by your side. We’ll journey through the land together.”

Ji Yunyin pressed her fingertips to the strings, stilling the final note. She looked up at Chen Jinqiu, her gaze as fluid as water. “When everything has settled, let’s find a place like this to live. What do you think?” Her voice was soft, touched by a longing she could scarcely conceal.

Chen Jinqiu came over and crouched beside her. Taking the hand she had laid on the strings in his own, he gazed at her with burning eyes and said, with utmost solemnity, “When that day comes, I’ll listen to you play every day.”

He bent down and pressed a tender, precious kiss to her smooth forehead, as if making a solemn vow.