A Cold Wind Brushes Past the Ear

Seven years ago, her name was Bing Ling, and she was a princess.

Seven years later, she was Shui Ning, an assassin.

Two years after that, she became Ling Feng, a consort.

She said, “I can live without love, and without being together. But I can’t spend my whole life holding on to my resentment toward you.”

He had no answer.

Because of his cowardice and his inability to let go, their love kept taking detours, its path strewn with brambles. Just when she thought they could finally be together, he once again couldn’t let go... It was only when she left again that he understood: love in your hands is something to hold on to, not merely caress.