The kerria outside the window had blossomed again with the coming of spring.
A Yi lay in bed, looking through the gaps in the carved wooden railing at a kerria flower swaying in the breeze. She remembered Su Han standing before the flowers, his gaze intent, his handsome bearing as clear as a breeze.
A whole hundred years had passed.
A century ago, Fengling fell into divine silence, and she stepped into the mortal world. That was how she met Su Han, Geng Su, and Mu Feixue, and an empire buffeted by storms.
Time passes, and even gods fall silent. But those days had left a deep imprint on A Yi's heart, enough to carry her through the long years alone, until...
Divine silence.
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