Guo Fu died atop the walls of Xiangyang, a dozen arrows lodged in her body, her gaze fixed on the south until her final breath. Yang Guo died in the ancient tomb of Zhongnan Mountain, a sword cutting across his throat and spattering blood over the line she had carved as a child.
When he opened his eyes, the waves on Peach Blossom Island were still singing.
This time around, he was a man of the earth and she a moon in the sky. He had looked at her for two lifetimes, never daring to say: You look beautiful in pale yellow. You look beautiful on horseback. You even looked beautiful standing on the city wall, your hair turning white in the wind. She had feared him for two lifetimes, never daring to admit: She didn't hate him. Night after night, drunk on the city wall, she had called only his name.
For six years, the moon had shone on Zhongnan Mountain. At last, he heard her say, "I love you," with her own lips. Not to repay a debt, not out of guilt. She had loved him for two lifetimes, ever since their first meeting on Peach Blossom Island.
This time, the moonlight finally fell into his arms.
The rebirth and continuation make up for the regrets and debts of the previous life. The psychological description of Guofu is real and delicate, and the emotions are touching. It makes my eyes wet when I read it. It is so well written. I started dating Guofu in May this year. In two months, I read dozens of Guofu articles (both long and short) on Tomato. This one is pretty good. Come on 👍😍
It's very real, how can I put it, it entered my heart, I saw the regret, I saw the caution after rebirth, I saw the two little bitter gourds in the past life finally found happiness in this life.