I still remember your green skirt, and cherish the fragrant grass wherever I go!
Ten years ago, they went together to explore the Jiufu burial grounds behind Luoying Valley, and lost her there. Ten years had honed their martial arts and broadened their outlook on the world. But they had never been able to let go of her. The arrival of Bai Nishang changed everything.
Shen Xizhao, Gu Liancheng, and Duan Yunyang set out to find Qingxia. Whether facing the unruffled Luo Chu or the mysterious Bai Nishang, Shen Xizhao felt neither fear nor worry. But was the man she first met in Qingxi Town truly the same person as the unforgettable face glimpsed beneath a veil when they met again at the Luojia Temple? Her mind was filled with confusion, fear, and disbelief. Time flew by and turned in circles. When they were young, they had swung together beneath the pear trees.
Qingxia said, "Xizhao, the flowers on your skirt are so pretty."
Xizhao replied, "My mother embroidered them. If you like them, I'll ask her to make you one too."
Qingxia said, "Xizhao, when we grow up, let's roam the martial world together. We'll come up with a grand name for ourselves. How does that sound?"
Xizhao replied, "All right, Qingxia. We'll be together forever."
Pear blossoms fall in the front courtyard, while a lovely girl laughs on the swing.
The wind has died, the flowers are gone, and day after day, tears fall for the one I miss.
It seems good~~It's still a mist. . . . . . . .