In the spring of the first year of Tianyuan, nine-year-old Xie Hui handed half a piece of white jade from his waist to the infant girl at the Lu family's birthday party. She clenched it tightly and grinned at him, drool hanging from the corners of her lips. At that moment, the young man who grew up in the deep wall of Changle Palace felt that the night was not so cold for the first time.
For more than ten years after that, he stayed by her side in the name of "Master". Teach her books and swords, and protect her from every storm. She fell asleep on his lap, grew up under his sword, and saw the gentleness in his eyes that was restrained to the core.
But he couldn't speak. He is the grandnephew of the Queen Mother, and she is the legitimate daughter of a court official; he is the emperor's confidant, and she is a pawn in the political situation. Under the suspicion of the imperial power, there is a line above the master-disciple status that he cannot cross despite all his efforts.
It's not that Lu Lingyu doesn't understand. She was just waiting - waiting for the day when he would say "I don't want to just be your master."
Until the beacon fire in Jiangzhou burned everything, until the jade cracked in half, until he stood in front of her covered in blood, and the first sentence he said was not "you wait for me", but -
"I regret not saying it sooner."
This is a story that was doomed from the beginning. Reunited in prosperous times, separated in troubled times, all members come to their own tragic end.
But if you ask them if they would do it again - no one says "no".
Because in the spring of the first year of Tianyuan, when he handed over the jade, her hand was stretched out towards him.
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Intention: "Some likes don't need results. Waiting, enduring, and suffering are all in itself."