It was midsummer in Nanyang, and flowers bloomed in profusion.
Across the lake, among a sea of flowers, stood a woman in red, gazing into the distance with a bewildered look in her eyes.
After a long while, she turned and walked away. This was a place where she did not belong...
To pass each other by is to be separated by the greatest distance in the world.
A man in splendid robes slowly stepped into the heart of the flower field as a gentle breeze brushed his cheek.
To him, perhaps this place was a blank slate...
As he turned, a voice seemed to come from a thousand years away.
“Hu'er, it's midsummer in Nanyang, and all the flowers we planted are blooming. When you have time, I'll take you to see them, all right?”
☆★☆ Yin Yang Jade: The Calamity of Life and Death ☆★☆
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