She was his calamity and he was her light. Sixteen years apart, but it was the same practice.
Forty-two-year-old Bai Fangqin, after arranging everything, left a final letter and walked into the depths of Zhongnan Mountain alone. The letter paper had the Tai Chi pattern she was familiar with, and there were tears between the ink marks - she took away the canvas bag he gave, but returned the entire world of mortals to him.
Twenty-seven-year-old Qin Chuxian chased into the mountains like crazy. Back then, under the icefall, he took off his down jacket and wrapped it around her as she shivered, smiling and saying, "I'm young and not afraid of the cold." But now, only half of the Ice Island Stone she left behind is left in her old place, as silent as her unspoken pain.
Late at night when no one knew about it, she burst into tears while reading the "Quiet Sutra"; when no one was listening, she clutched the token and her palms were hot. Everyone thought she had relapsed into depression, but he always believed in the world in her eyes. That cowardly and hot kiss on a stormy night in the mountains was the beginning of her rejection and sinking. It was also the fate that she had to cut off with her own hands to protect his future.
Now, he has restarted the old document of "Taoist Cultural Propagation", and the ashes in the incense burner have accumulated again and again.
"Nian Nian, you said we would meet again on the road of cultivation."
"I'll wait for you. Wait until the incense burner is filled with thirty incense ashes, and wait until you turn around after this calamity - I will always stand in this light full of incense, waiting for your return."
