She suddenly lost herself in thought, but the corners of her lips gradually lifted. A strange light shimmered in her amber eyes. So all along, she had been the one who couldn't see clearly. Three lifetimes of reincarnation, half a lifetime of infatuation: wasn't it all for the sake of standing shoulder to shoulder with her beloved and smiling as they looked out at the edge of the world?
After all the twists and turns, she was now his wife. Why, why bother with the endless turmoil of worldly affairs? Little did she know she had already lost her heart.
A faint smile slowly blossomed on her face.
Yin Zhen. Yin Zhen.
Her trembling lips moved softly, but only that name escaped them.
Whether in a past life or this one, that glance across the River of Forgetfulness: a beauty like jade, a boy like song. Across three hundred years of time, this love and hatred spanning lifetimes had somehow sunk deep into their bones, leaving a mark to endure through every life.
The Buddha lowered his eyes and joined his palms in the sky. A doomed bond or a calamity, fate bringing them together: in this life, she would never change.
At this moment, she only wanted to see him.
In this vast world, only with you by my side can I find a place to belong and a reason to live.
