I don't know who I am. Anyway, I'm neither human, nor a demon, nor an immortal. Granny Meng at the Bridge of Helplessness joked that I'd drunk too much of her expired soup, so not only had I lost my memories, I had even...
"Yun Zheng, is he... all right?" I suddenly asked, distracted. I probably didn't even realize I had said it.
I have a name. I'm Mu Yuan. Mu, as in dusk, and Yuan, as in kite.
"Miss, do you still remember?" The first thing I saw was a figure in a pale gauze robe patterned with dark clouds. A little dust clung to the hem, yet he still seemed fresh and clean. His dark hair was gathered beneath a jade crown. His features were as clear and lovely as a hibiscus, his face seven parts carefree and three parts refined. His bearing was as graceful as a willow, and the faint smile at the corner of his lips was as gentle as a spring breeze. He was truly a fine young gentleman. "Looks like Fourth Brother will be disappointed again."
