Reaching the Clouds with Fuyao

"What should you do when you transmigrate to another world and become helpless prey at everyone else's mercy?" "Sharpen your teeth and bite back." When I transmigrated, I accidentally ate some phoenix blood, said to be capable of bringing the dead back to life and regenerating flesh on white bones. Then I met a graceful gentleman with the face of my first love, teamed up with him to level up and slay monsters, only to be tossed out as a human shield in the end? Fine. If I can't start over, then I'll at least remind myself right here and now: keep your distance from villains and stay away from gentlemen. Especially the sort who look cool and aloof, yet seem gentle around the eyes when they smile. Who would have thought that longing for someone day after day would inevitably bring a "haunting spirit" back into my life? When I looked back, he was there where the song had ended and the lamps had grown dim, helping me soar all the way to the clouds. I asked him why. He said, with maddening indifference, "They all say you love me because my face resembles your old flame's." Nonsense. I scoffed. I'm not face-blind. He is my old flame. May every "haunting spirit" turn out to be someone you have never been able to forget. A note before you read: A stubborn night-blind wanderer versus a quietly shining beacon This is a rewrite of an earlier work. I first picked up the pen at just twenty, and perhaps my feelings ran deeper then. Now I only want to give this story a happy ending, find the night-blind wanderer and beacon in my heart, and hope I never lose my passion. Please add to your favorites: Plants and Trees of the Human World Theme: Faith and life