[She waited three years for him, only for the one who finally arrived to be leading a wedding procession to marry someone whose soul had long since vanished.]
At the edge of the Yellow Springs, Lin Luoxin watched the man approaching through the mist in his wedding robes and smiled.
He was still as handsome as ever. What a pity he was too late.
The great fire three years ago had burned away her body and every last hope she had ever held for him.
Now, all that remained of her was a wisp of a soul, barely clinging to existence with the black jade lotus at her waist.
It had once been their token of love. Now it had become a shackle binding her in place.
He came closer, step by step, his eyes filled with a resolve that would burn everything to ashes. “Luoxin, I’ve come to marry you.”
But she stepped back, letting her soul scatter into a sky full of glowing fireflies.
“Have you forgotten? The Lin Luoxin you’re supposed to marry died in that fire three years ago.”
