“You always said we were fledgling birds with broken wings, and that one gust of wind was all it would take for us to ride the current back to freedom. There are so many winds in Wuxun. Why can’t I ever break free?”
Xu Yuan always comforted him like that. But now he was dying, and he hadn’t found even a moment of freedom or release.
Fate was always so cruel. Dawn was almost here, so why did a tsunami have to strike now, set on drowning everyone?
“If you leave, then I’ll go with you. We’ll both become the wind and blow wherever it takes us.”
The three years he’d known Xu Yuan had been the happiest and most painful of his life. He thought he would have died long ago if he’d never met her.
At first, Xu Yuan had only thought she’d met someone who truly understood her. But it wasn’t until her grandmother passed away that she realized Yanchi’s arrival had been destined to save her all along.
Now her light was about to go out. How was she supposed to go on living?
Dying for love was never just an ancient legend. Dying in love alongside Yanchi was her final wish.
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