She grew up in a convent for Daoist nuns. Kindhearted but clever, she was a mystery.
He could turn clouds with one hand and rain with the other, yet was frail and often ill, a hint of pallor always lingering on his face.
And then there was another him. Gentle and attentive, like winter snow, he brought warmth to everyone around him.
The wheels of fate began to turn, stretching onward into the distance...
Why must two people who clearly love each other part? I hate my own weakness., Ning Zilan
I love her smile, I love everything about her. Even if I had a whole lifetime, I could never tire of looking at her., Cang Lang
Why has everyone lied to me? There's no one I can trust. What should I do? What should I do?, Zi Jin
##How can anyone see through love and hate? All that remains is sorrow.
A story about the martial world.
There may be some sad parts in the middle, so read with caution...
But I promise the ending won't be sad.
