Soaring to the Heavens

With a single stroke, I sketch a face of breathtaking beauty, mark it with the word love, and let indigo paint it in. With one glance, I watch splendor fade, remember life and death, flourishing and decline, and leave behind a trace of ink on the pages of history. In this life, I drift through the martial world, wandering to the ends of the earth, through sudden rain and scattering winds. About the blurb... This is a pure wuxia novella. Put simply, it's about an unlucky young emperor who takes over a crumbling dynasty, then gets hit with floods and war. In short, nothing goes right. Then, to protect the old man transporting relief funds, all the heroes of the martial world pitch in to help... What? You say this blurb makes you not want to click in? Well... even without any cute hooks, this is what the author painstakingly [haze] racked their brains over [heavy haze] and pondered long and hard […] to come up with! So, the author is a total goofball, and you're welcome to come say hi~ A birthday story for my friend Feng Jin. Once a year, and if possible, ten stories across ten years and ten lifetimes. I once heard Wu Kequn's song "Writing a Poem for You" and had a sudden thought: What's so special about writing you a poem? How about I write you a story instead? While we're young and riding out in fine clothes, we ought to be reckless at least once, or this life would be wasted. [Chin in hand, smiling] Happy birthday, Feng Jin.