Xuyuan was born lively and lovely, still young and not yet past his baby fat. That gave him the good fortune to hang around a bunch of older brothers and sisters, playing the cheeky little brother. He was firmly set on staying single, but he was born with one terrible flaw: he can't bear to see a beautiful person sad, and he can't listen to a beautiful person confess their feelings. When he sees the former, he melts and can't help comforting them; when he hears the latter... he flails helplessly, cursing himself inwardly as he flees in a panic!
Jiang Qingyun was also astonishingly handsome. In front of others, he kept his bearing and a cool expression; in private, he secretly listened, secretly watched, and secretly seethed with resentment. A certain mischievous person had him completely wrapped around their finger, and he had become utterly lovesick!
I was a happy wandering swordsman, riding past the grasses along the riverbank. You always call me a clueless little monk, but whether I'm a swordsman or a little monk, how could a cold, delicate, clingy beauty like you, with your peach-pink face and towering height, block my way? And how could I bear to dodge you, yet not bring myself to run away?
I'm a stubborn stone, a clueless monk. I could have traveled the glorious mountains and rivers without a care, but you just had to awaken my heart to love. I fell from my horse and leaped up from the riverbank onto this swaying black-canopied boat, forever at the mercy of the waves. And there was a reason for that: a beauty was sitting at the bow...
I give in. I've made up my mind and am ready to weather the storm with you. But I got carried away... and forgot that I once told you, "I'm destined to be alone. If I get what I want..."
It was just something I said to trick you into leaving. Who knew my words would come true? I fell from the black-canopied boat, and from then on drifted wherever it went, submerged in the river, never able to dry off or get back on my horse...
Theme: I wrote this for the person I was when I was immersed in stories like this. I'm afraid I may never again be able to write a love story
