Blurb One:
Buddha, I gave him my loyalty, wanting nothing and asking for nothing. I hoped we could live as friends in this world, surrounded by the warmth of family, knowing his tenderness, leaving his worries behind and enjoying the joys of home. I bared my heart and gave him my all, a true-hearted, chivalrous soul, yet Buddha would not save me. You keep saying that turning back is salvation, but where is the shore? And on which side lies the sea of suffering? We promised to meet on a night of heavy snow, listen to the old year's bell ring, welcome the New Year together, and fall asleep in each other's arms. In the biting cold, Buddha turned us into two icicles, crystal clear, our longing frozen solid. We promised to grow old together, to sit up and watch the clouds. Buddha, have you forgotten all of this?
Buddha was silent.
Blurb Two:
Buddha says: All things arise and pass away with fate.
He meant to teach us to let go of attachments, so we could face life's uncertainties and unpredictability with greater clarity and awareness.
But I believed that what fate brings never truly disappears. Every meeting and every encounter leaves something precious behind.
However long the road, that is how long the longing lasts. Love is a promise, one we dare to make only in a whisper.
I often thought I had already forgotten, never realizing that all it takes to gently awaken the past is a beckoning gesture. So open the window and see how life takes a turn, how a winding road reveals fresh views and hidden beauty.
Let what once happened happen all over again. Let yesterday and today brush past each other. Let old confusion gradually settle into clarity. Everything has faded, grown distant, and become real again.
Whether life is rough or smooth, whether we find happiness or sorrow, some precious things will always remain, preserved for all time.
Let the feeling of longing endure through this vast mortal world, from ancient times to the present.
Let us step into this promise together. Remember to bring your blessings with you.
P.S. Fishie couldn't decide between the two blurbs, so I've posted both and will let everyone choose for themselves! ^^
No wonder I thought the tone of the voice sounded a bit familiar as I looked at it, haha, it turned out to be like a Dream of Red Mansions~
I was wondering if you had memorized the history of the Qing Dynasty by heart when you wrote about the Qing Dynasty. Wow, awesome!
I really like the cute ten princesses
Si Si here is very warm, and the two brothers will not fight again. Although I know that Si Si will definitely win, don't abuse Si Si too much.
This is how the family dinner ends.
Such is the understanding Author: Yun Yi (Xi) I have deep feelings about the characters, the writing is fluent, and it is comfortable to read. However, it is mainly an expression of personal feelings and lacks the illustrations and discussion of the novel itself. Please remove the essence and understand.
Revisit Red Mansions, Red Mansions Gaiden. If you don't like it, give up.
Let this warmth and happiness last longer, and don't add any more extraneous things.
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Happiness is always fleeting, seize this moment of happiness! Don't let the heroine pass by Fourteen~~~This is my only wish~~