The rain in late spring always brings with it unbreakable melancholy.
Su Yao huddled among the ruins of the Su family's old house, listening to the sound of rain dripping from the corners of the eaves, counting how many days it had been.
Three days? Or five days?
She couldn't remember clearly. Since that disaster, time seems to have lost its meaning. I only remember the fire blazing into the sky, my parents' roars, and my eyes when my mother was stuffed into the secret room - full of blood, but astonishingly bright.
"Yao'er, stay alive."
Those were the last words her mother left for her.
The Su family was once one of the three major families in Qingyun City. Although it was not at the top, it had been cultivating immortality for generations and produced several masters in the foundation building stage. But on that full moon night, a group of men in black broke in and slaughtered everyone in the house. Because Su Yao was young and frail, she was hidden in a secret room by her parents and managed to escape.
When she climbed out, the Su family was already a scorched earth.
The twelve-year-old girl rummaged through the ruins for three days and three nights, trying to find a complete skeleton for burial, but she only found half a burnt jade pendant - an object that her mother never left.
"Mother..." Su Yao put the jade pendant on her chest and finally cried.
The rain mixed with tears washed away the smoke and dust on her face. Cry until your voice becomes hoarse, cry until you can no longer shed any tears
