The Luo River has flowed on for a thousand years, yet it cannot tell the full tale of this parting sorrow.
Feeling Cao Er's hand gently brush his temple, he then felt warm breath against his ear. "My Zhongda is so beautiful."
The sunlight rested just so on the lashes trembling at the whisper. Truly, the years were peaceful, and there was no one else.
No matter how cruelly fate might thwart their hopes in the days to come, no matter how the price of vying for a lasting legacy in this chaotic age might destroy their hearts, at least in this moment there were none of those affairs of court, of ruler and subject. There was only two hearts drawing close and leaning on each other.
Absolutely amazing! I'm here for archaeology.