"And you, Jian'er, you have passed away forever, but your last obsession has left a trace of your concern?"
Under the sleeve, as he expected, the pink little girl was gone, leaving only a handful of bright petals. The petals are so beautiful, shining with moving luster in the auspicious light of the altar, and full of the warm breath of early spring.
Even he didn't realize that for the first time, as a dead thing, he felt unwilling to do it.
He raised his sleeves and brushed them downwards. The sleeves held the breeze, but the force was controlled just right. I saw a breeze blowing in the peach forest, and the leaves peeled off the branches one by one, flying into the air, and turned into a thin white mist.
The hem of the robe was loosened, and the dazzling petals poured down into the forest, stained on the branches, and beat like bright flames.
It is a unique beauty that has never been seen in the Three Realms. Just because of that departed soul, there is no one who can compare with it in the Three Realms.
——Quoted from "Yang Jian--Hateful of Water Changdong in Life" (
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