Snow fell heavily across the northern frontier. Gu Qingli lay weak in Yan Linyuan’s arms, using a bloodstained fingertip to draw a sun-and-moon emblem in his palm. Three beads were missing from the jade abacus at his waist, exactly the number missing from the birthday gift his mother had given him on the day he transmigrated.
“Next time... find me sooner...”
Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, turning into flecks of silver light. “In the fifteenth year of Xihe... autumn...”
The person in his arms slowly turned transparent. Yan Linyuan grasped at him in vain, catching only a handful of snowflakes scented with osmanthus. They were the same campus osmanthus blossoms that had clung to Gu Qingli’s hair the first time he transmigrated.
The cycle of the golden wolf and the silver moon, the promise of reincarnation between Gu Qingli and Yan Linyuan: their fated tribulation, and the bond that tied them together.
