Misty rain settles in the arms of green mountains; cold waters wind along a secluded path.
The bleak maple grove is nowhere to be seen; only autumn leaves remain, staining the dust.
"Master, you still remember Zixuan," Zixuan murmured in his arms. "Master, didn't you say you'd never leave Zixuan?" She was still smiling, but tears welled in her eyes. "Master, are you really never going to leave again?"
Wuxian answered with a question of his own. "When did you realize?" He furrowed his brow, his voice still calm.
Zixuan looked at Wuxian with a bitter smile. "How could Zixuan fail to recognize the things Master makes? How could I fail to recognize the paintings Master creates? I never played the Wuxian zither in front of Zihan. How would he know about it?" Zixuan raised her eyes to Wuxian and traced his features with her fingers. "Besides, Zihan is Zihan, and Wuxian is Wuxian. Xuan'er loves Wuxian. How could I mistake someone else for him just because they look alike?" She blinked, unable to hide the sorrow in her eyes. "Master, why did you come here?"
Wuxian smiled gently and called her, "Xuan'er."
Completed story:
A fresh, quiet contemporary story, though the plot jumps around a little. Everything is finally explained at the end.
New story:
Theme:
The writing is excellent; the first chapter alone gives off a sense of otherworldly elegance. However, the subsequent chapters are too bland, making it hard to keep reading. It could be used as a side story. The male and female leads are too cloying from the start, and the male lead talks too much, not like a dignified immortal.
Although it's not my type of novel, the author's writing style is quite good! It flows smoothly and effortlessly! Keep it up! Gold always shines!
Judging from the description, could it be that the girl has chosen the wrong person? Is the person she likes not her master?