The Last Echo

In the deep autumn of the parasol-lined courtyard, I gaze into the mirror, overcome by parting sorrow. The moon that shone on me in those years forbids us to grow old together in this world.

[Student top x Mentor bottom]

Reader's guide:

1. A short story, complete in one post, 1v1, bad ending;

2. This is a bonus story for the author's collection, Record of Peach Blossom Spring and the River of Forgetfulness.

Theme: Never forgotten