Peach Blossoms Still Linger Five Miles Away

Among the many plays Tao Zhen had read, almost every tale of a gifted scholar and a beautiful woman featured one or two people who tried to tear the lovers apart. She despised and hated them with all her heart, wishing she could jump into the pages and give them a sound beating.

But now that she had to be the one wielding the stick to separate a pair of lovers, all she could do was want to cry without tears, her heart filled with guilt.

But since she had taken up the stick, she could not afford to go soft. She had to leave them alone and desolate, with no one to turn to, speechless and choking back their tears. Only then could she wave goodbye and fulfill her duty as the one holding the stick…