Guang Lan, if even someone as godlike as you can't let go of this, could it really be nothing more than love and hate? As it turns out, so-called hatred is nothing but a pile of bones.
My thoughts linger, and the road seems far away.
In truth, the only thing truly distant is the human heart. This life is so long, watching everything fade away.
Perhaps what Emperor Yun Xuan left behind, those endless lives and faces beyond counting, is a curse upon all those of the Yaohe bloodline, a curse no one can escape, generation after generation.
Tan Yan's tears: in the light, she seemed to see a woman's pale face, her dry lips parting and closing. “If there were no next life, how wonderful that would be…”
Not bad, the writing is beautiful. It's just a bit confusing... Is there any setting?