[Prince of Tennis] Cool, Cool Herbal Tea

Her tears were the rising tide of lush green mountains. She said, "I knew this day would come, so don't give up on me. I'll always be with you, in life and in death." Her breath was like flowers first blooming on summer branches. He said, "Your hair reminds me of the gardenia outside the door, after the rain, when I first saw you again after many years apart. Its scent wasn't strong, but it filled my long memory." Her smile was a brilliant glimmer of dawn. He said, "Liang Cha, as long as you smile, I'm happy. Even if I spend the rest of my life barely clinging to life, seeing your innocent smile lights up my whole world." Her eyes and brows: even the finest writer could never capture them. It was as if a thousand words fell short of a single glance from her. Yet her gaze rested on only one person. From then on, no matter how the stars shifted, that would never change. He had once thought he would spend his life alone. Countless people praised him as a gifted young man, sharp and stern as a drawn sword. No one knew he was human, not a god. People only heaped their hopes and praise upon him, never considering that he, too, might reach his limits. To him, she was salvation and hope, a vine for a weary climber to grasp, the last trace of tenderness beneath his iron-hard, unfeeling exterior. He had known her since childhood, but they had been no more than casual acquaintances. Though they had always walked in different directions, and seemed destined never to cross paths, fate brought countless people together. In the end, it was still you and me, staying by each other's side. If, in this life, I, usually so resolute and decisive, pause for you only because the starlight above that forest is so beautiful it reminds me of your eyes, just as brilliant, making me stop and look back again and again, then please change a little for me, too. Don't be afraid of the unknown road ahead. Whenever you feel lost, I'll reach out to you. And below are stories from the same series, though their styles are different. You're welcome to read them!